Gearing Up

Yur sat patiently, waiting for the rest of them to come. In a long while, he hadn't had much to eat, so consuming imps was extremely refreshing to him. Just like in the past, imps remained the most delicious food in all of Zulmasharr.

"Now then, my Seed of the Orb has finally transformed into something." He realized that the Seed of the Orb had been ready for his use since his evolution.

Entering his Cyralim, he traced the Seed of the Orb, which had previously been shrouded in a white aura—a cocoon of sorts. Now, that was gone, replaced by something else in its place.

Raising his eyebrows in curiosity, he walked over and examined the new item that lay on the ground.

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Ashen Grasp

Forged from the shackles of the past, the chains that once bound an Ashkavaal will now be used to bind others—leading to freedom!

Chains with an infinite grasp—used to bind, steal, and enslave the world!