"This is a Mystical-grade treasure, and judging by the aura, it has been refined using thousands of souls. It's very dangerous if care is not taken."
Kent, who hadn't refined a weapon before for some reason, could pick up on the nature of the gauntlet being handed to Prince Ebert.
Though he knew nothing of refining the soul, his deduction was spot on. The gauntlet was indeed refined using thousands of souls.
"Father, what is this?" Ebert asked his father.
"This is one of the two weapons the alliance has produced. Thanks to the Soulshroud tribe, we now have two powerful weapons forged using 4,000 souls.
It has the power to destroy the souls of those it strikes. I tested it inside the Chaos Region, and trust me, it's as they said.
I have the left hand; you can have the right hand. Make sure you put it to good use."
"Okay, Father." Ebert stored away the gauntlet like it would be stolen by the elders any second. The elders sighed, knowing the good stuff wouldn't be given to them.
