[Item] Item Acquisition: Upon vanquishing foes, the user may claim their essence—either by slaying them to harvest their souls, or by devouring their broken remains to gain gifts. Each prize bears the mark of its origin, feeding power into the twisted gifts bound to your shadow. But beware—some spoils carry curses that linger like whispers in the dark. Damon sighed. Once again, the system was giving him vague, overly poetic nonsense. He would've much preferred several pages of clear, concise documentation—something logical, methodical, structured. But no. The system seemed hell-bent on making him figure everything out the hard way. Trial and error. Cryptic riddles wrapped in ominous prose. Still, he had some idea of how it worked. It wasn't even that hard to deduce. This new mechanic clearly allowed him to acquire items—artifacts, scrolls, weapons, tools... maybe even cursed junk. Hopefully not cursed, but knowing the system? He'd better expect the worst. I should be careful and check each item properly when I receive it. Damon's eyes drifted to the next section of the interface: the Item List. At the top were Pale Crown Armor, Broken Bonds, Deep Quiver, and Silver Blades. The rest were lumped together under a single catch-all label: Miscellaneous Items. "Even my bow and arrows aren't classified... or my omnidirectional gear." Odd. The only gear it had properly listed was the deep quiver he'd taken from Back-to-Back. That, and something labeled Silver Blades. Damon frowned. He didn't recall owning anything called that. 'Unless… it's that damn pendant. The one from Back-to-Back.' That had to be it. Though he couldn't be sure, it was only a guess at this point. Curious, he willed the system to show him the details. [Pale Crown Armor] [Type] Armor [Soul Counter] 1325 / 10000 [Description]: The Ascendants' armors were first forged within the Crystal Palace as symbols of the vast power wielded by the Archons. These armors were not made for war, but for the quiet sacrifice of death without resentment. Their wearers—silent guardians—were tasked with watching over the Weeping Star. They failed. The Weeping Star was consumed by wrath and twisted into bitter resentment, birthing the Unknown God. This pale imitation of their armor stirs something deep within that nameless god—a faint, familiar echo of home. [Effects]: Soul Veil – Allows the user to phase through solid objects briefly. Cloak of Ruin – Passively enhances soul damage dealt, and gradually restores soul damage taken. Empty Throne – Dominate the mind of a weak willed, turning them into a puppet... or possess their body creating extensions of your ego. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 Crown of Silence – Grants immunity to insanity and mental domination. --- Damon was... impressed. This was the first time the system had actually described an item in detail. And what a description. The Archons. Were they what became of the offspring of the vile thief? Was the Unknown God one of them? It almost sounded like they'd tried to prevent him from becoming what he was now. But failed. The enchantments were another matter entirely. He hadn't hit the ten-thousand soul mark yet, so most were still locked—but they were powerful. Empty Throne in particular intrigued him. What would it feel like to possess someone...? Crown of Silence also felt essential. Especially with how often his madness had begun creeping at the edges. Even now, in the corner of his vision, he could see it—Back-to-Back watching him with that smug, eerie grin. Waiting to mock him. Waiting for him to slip. 'I won't give you that chance...' He closed his eyes for a moment. The two girls at his side stirred faintly in their sleep, but he froze, careful not to wake them. They were just watching over him. That was all. He moved on, glancing toward the next item. [Broken Bonds] [Type] Weapon [Description] From flesh to soul, none shall I leave. [Effect] This sword has the ability to disintegrate both the flesh and soul of those cut by its blade. 'Hmmm, suppose that's the description of Alazard's cursed sword.' --- [Deep Quiver] [Type] Tool [Description]: A poorly made spatial artifact with a lackluster name. [Effects]: Holds more than a normal quiver. --- Damon stared at the minimal description with a flat expression. So much for flair. The artifact was clearly low-level—just functional. Nothing more. Then came Silver Blades. He didn't even open the description right away. Instead, he tried summoning them. To his surprise, it wasn't a weapon that rose from the shadows. It was a pendant. The pendant he'd taken from that wretched mentor—Back-to-Back. Even dead, the vile elf haunted him, now as a phantom of his own madness. Damon narrowed his eyes at the shimmering pendant, then glanced back at the system screen. --- [Silver Blades] [Type] Weapon [Description]: Forged in wartime, the Silver Blades are passed from master to apprentice—heirlooms of the Silver Glades. Their power holds symbolic weight and ceremonial meaning. [Effects]: Hidden Blade – Can morph into swords. Demon Slayer – Deals deathly damage to demons and dark entities. Charm caster – Can be used as a charm, giving other weapons its effect. --- He clenched his jaw and glared at the hallucination of Back-to-Back still lounging in his periphery. 'You son of a bitch…' The figment burst into laughter, collapsing in a heap. "What? I'm dead. You can't kill me twice. You better keep those blades safe, kid—the Halls of Steel have probably been hunting for them for ages. Congrats! You just made some serious enemies." Damon clicked his tongue. This wasn't even Back-to-Back. He was literally talking to himself. So everything back to back said was in fact just Damon's conjecture. 'I really am going insane…' With a grim look, he shoved the pendant back into his shadow storage. "No one's gonna know if I never use it…" Next, he checked the Miscellaneous Items. Most were just junk—books, monster parts, and old gear. Each was listed with short, unceremonious descriptions. But one entry stood out. His mother's locket. --- [Rachel's Locket] [Type] Trinket [Description]: One of two items crafted from Sunstar—a token of her love for Damien. Passed down to their children. Eventually taken by Ranar, then to her children. [Effects]: Not cursed. Just a really durable locket. Try not to lose it. Damon stared at the panel, deadpan. Of course it wasn't cursed. He knew that already. It had belonged to his mother, and her mother before her. Still... "Who the hell is Damien?" he muttered. "And why does that name sound like a cheap knockoff of my own?"