If the Black Tower had been bound by a drop of blood, its unique nature would have been apparent, and the people at the Divine Elephant Auction House would certainly have discovered it long ago.
Since they had put it up for sale, it meant that, at the very least, its special properties were not visible on the surface.
But since things had reached this point, he had no other choice. He would have to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive—a last-ditch effort.
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