"Hahaha... You really have to push someone to their limits to unlock their greatest potential."
The Magician had stayed with him for six months, then one day, he disappeared again.
Elias Lennox looked at the man before him, his heart as calm as still water.
He was holding a simple, ancient-looking box and, for the first time ever, gave him a satisfied smile.
"This is our clan's secret."
He opened the box. Inside was an ink-black stone and an old Sheepskin Scroll.
The man picked up the stone by the string tied to it and dangled it in front of Elias Lennox.
The stone wasn't naturally black; its surface had been artificially coated with a black pigment, making it look a lot like obsidian.
"This is an heirloom passed down from our ancestors. It can help one cultivate to the level of a Martial God. Today, I pass it on to you. Keep it safe. It is also the token of The Shadow."
