Ding!
[You have obtained the "Lame Sword"]
The moment the notification appeared, the glowing orb that contained the [Orc Bloodline] flickered once and then vanished completely, dissolving into particles of light.
This left Leon alone in the quiet stone chamber with nothing but the so-called "lame" sword floating in front of him.
Leon could not help but let out a low chuckle.
The system could call it whatever it wanted, but he was not fooled for even a second.
He stepped forward slowly and wrapped his hand around the weapon's handle.
The instant his fingers touched it, he felt the difference. The sword was magnificent.
Its blade was long and broad, forged from a dark metallic material that shimmered faintly under the chamber's dim light.
While at the base of the hilt rested a small orc skull embedded directly into the guard, its empty eye sockets hollow and lifeless yet strangely imposing.
A panel appeared before him.
