Simon stood beside a stone partition with several objects floating in front of him.
A twisted root, a dark pearl, two elemental treasures, and a collection of books and scrolls occupied the air at different heights. Their sealed cases remained separated under the influence of his Seed of Pride.
He moved a scroll aside to look at the book behind it.
Then he frowned.
Several hours of searching had given him more things to consider, but he still had only four selections left.
The dead True Dragon egg was already registered and stored. Everything before him was a possibility.
His gaze settled on the largest of the three poison-related treasures.
The Myriad Venom Heartroot lay within a long case. Its swollen centre resembled a dark-red heart, with thin purple veins extending into roots that curled around one another. Patches of green and black moved beneath its surface without mixing.
He recalled its description.
