Chapter One-Hundred-and-Ninety-Four
Before Adam finished the last touches on the ride, he made sure to carve open the body of the amalgamated knight to harvest the trophy from within. It was a marble-like sphere the size of his fist and it oozed dark energy. Chien called it accursed and wanted Adam to throw it away, but he refused, since it was worth a good amount of points.
< < Collectible Relic > >
< Core of Darkness (Rare) — The core of darkness carried by those who have entirely given themselves to the Forlorn Shadow >
After placing the core inside his backpack, which already looked like a demented cannibal’s lunchbox, he finished the carriage and asked the others what they thought.
“There’s no way I’m getting in that,” Natalia said.
“It looks like it’s designed to kill us,” Diwa added.
“It’s called artistic liberty,” Adam remarked.
No one seemed to be buying that though.
It took a few design changes until Natalia and the others were happy with Adam’s creation. They had also flat out rejected his idea of using squishy flesh as cushions inside the carriage, but he was sure they’d complain about being sore once he dropped them off in Old Town.