"That crown!" Gale, who had just been full of sleepiness and drooping like a frost-bitten eggplant, suddenly looked as if he had chugged ten potions of vitality. His eyes burst with a dazzling brilliance, fixed dead on the crown atop the Netherbrain's head, full of undisguised longing.
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with an inability to suppress it: "Such power, I've never seen the like in all my life. If I could only possess it... if I really could..."
Ethemon stood nearby, taking in Gale's reaction, naturally understanding why he was so stirred. That was the Crown of Karsus, a legendary artifact carrying ancient and mysterious power that had driven countless mighty beings mad across the long stretches of time.
Chapter 113