"Digging? A trivial task for one such as I," Fluffy declared with supreme arrogance. "Watch how a master does it."
"No, you watch me!" Rage Monkey shot back, and within seconds, the two of them had descended into a ridiculous digging contest, bones flying, roars echoing, and more dust in the air than should be legal.
Damien sighed faintly.
"They're enjoying themselves," Blackie commented softly from behind him.
"Let them," Damien murmured.
Within minutes, much faster than expected, the ground gave way with a soft rumble. A deep hollow emerged where the two had been digging, ten meters down as the system had instructed.
And there, nestled beneath centuries of bones and dust, untouched by time or corruption, was a weapon unlike any other.
It was an ornate spear, shimmering gently with silvery runes. Its blade was jagged yet elegant, pulsing with an aura of sharp, vibrant energy.
Despite countless years, the spear looked pristine, untouched by the sands of time or corrosion.
