The surprise hit Tangere like the first ray of dawn breaking over a cold horizon—warm, brilliant, and utterly transformative.
Standing in the sanctum of his Mage Tower, Tangere stared at the nine items laid out on the obsidian table. Each piece was a masterwork, radiating power.
A suit of Dragonscale Leather Armor, a scroll containing a Forbidden Spell, a strange token humming with energy, a mysterious black gold statue, a dormant Dragon Egg, and a Conch Fortress habitat... every single item was something he had previously only dared to dream about.
And now, they were his.
"Is this real life?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
I've actually partnered with Demigods, he thought, his mind racing. What kind of insane organization have I stumbled into?
I've been chosen.
