The sun hung low on the western horizon, bleeding a final orange across the canopy before its inevitable death, casting long shadows that stretched across the clearing.
Nico squatted beside Arlath's corpse with a face masked in dried blood and apathy, viewing the world through the high-contrast greyscale of the Eyes of Relevance, holding a single object in his hand that pulsed with a golden shimmer against the monochrome backdrop, prompting him to sever the mana flow to his eyes to see the truth.
The grey world flooded back, letting the rusty hues of sunset revealing a black pendant in his palm depicting a stylized sun rising behind the world.
[The hell am I supposed to do with this…]
He scoffed, possessing absolutely no patience to play detective today before tossing the trinket into his inventory with a flick of his wrist.
