[ Ding!, Blood Changdao (Broken) found. ]
[ × : Host has come in contact with a Divine-level weapon. ]
The instant Alec’s fingers closed around the Changdao’s hilt, a flood of system notifications exploded in his vision, so fast and so relentless that he froze without meaning to.
For over five seconds he stood there, unmoving, his eyes locked on the floating prompts befor him.
The Patriarch, Draco, and Zack all stared at him in confusion, one moment he had been reaching for the blade, and the next he looked like a statue—stuck to it, as though the weapon had glued him in place.
[ Blood Changdao — Divine Weapon (Broken) 20% ]
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Alec’s breath caught, though the Changdao offered no obvious stat boosts, yet the potential hanging off that description dwarfed any weapon he’d ever seen,
