Rohan's grip on the Blacksteel chunk tightened unconsciously. This warm, dense little clump of mineral sat in his palm — looking nothing more than an unassuming piece of charcoal.
But his attention sat far past that.
'The Origin Realm has never been this generous with information. At best, it gives a name, a rank and then leaves us to figures the rest out for ourselves, often having to rely on expensive services like hiring an appraisal expert with an insight gene.'
That was how things worked, it was how the Federation had been doing things for a hundred years, ever since the Origin Realm was first introduced to them.
But this one dungeon had subverted all of that accumulated knowledge as if it were nothing.
This place had already broken enough of the rules Rohan thought he understood about the Origin Realm, but now it had gone a step further.
Although it wasn't a huge increase in the information he was being given, it was more than he, and probably anyone, ever had before.
