"A Lower God of the Galaxy died here… was it all for this fragment?"
Cold sweat slid down Orson's back. He hadn't expected to find something like this in Anubis's severed hand.
Then, without warning, the air around him rippled with twilight. The Chaos Cauldron floated out of his inventory on its own.
The fragment in his hand started to shudder violently, pulled by that same glow, and then shot toward the hovering Chaos Cauldron.
Boom.
A muffled, thunderous sound rolled through the field of bones.
Orson instinctively stepped back. The cauldron began to creak and crack.
Waves of swirling gray mist poured out of it, churning like a living tide. It was a long time before the chaos finally settled.
When it did, Orson saw that one of the cauldron's missing legs had been restored.
The corrosion on its surface peeled away, revealing detailed engravings of beasts, birds, and serpents that shimmered faintly with gold.
"Your Godly Relic has gained a new effect."
