Coal Ball stared at the mountain of Treasure before it, its obsidian-like eyes instantly widening. Drool nearly dripped from the corner of its mouth.
It let out a cheerful cry and dove headfirst into the pile of supplies. A spatial rift expanded along with it, like the gaping maw of a Giant Beast, and began to frantically devour the spoils of war.
Raylo focused his attention on the matter at hand.
With a thought, he retrieved another item from his Spatial Bag.
It was a metal Glove, forged entirely from metal, its design simple yet exuding a sense of power.
It was none other than his Sub-Divine Artifact, the Giant's Grip.
In Raylo's current Giant form, this Glove appeared somewhat miniature, like an exquisite toy.
This Sub-Divine Artifact had been with him for a long time. Its power was considerable, but Raylo had always known that it was incomplete.
