FAULT ; ARTIFACT

chapter 72

The cipher flew to Sol, there seems to be no danger. It's okay if I look at what kind of weapons he has, right?

I went up to the coffin, my palms rested on the lid, the veins bulged on my hands, blood rushed to my face. I'm sure my face is as red as a hot frying pan. Finally, there was a slight creak. The light from the torches penetrated the resulting gap and illuminated the bones. I froze, but the debuff is not visible. Breathing a sigh of relief, he leaned back against the stove. Moving a little more, I could see the remains. Ordinary bones with fragments of clothing. A rusted sword lies on the dead man, bone hands clutching the hilt. It seems that the dead man can come to life at any moment and, having risen from the coffin, join the battle.

My fingers touched the blade. A message popped up:

Ceremonial sword.

The color of the weapon is gray, which means that it is even worse than a regular sword. It turns out that the real weapon of Shifrit, which was clearly no less than the lege