"And the second?" Hrothgar grunted.

Galthor grimaced slightly. He was making up everything as he went, one step at a time, and right now he couldn't come up with anything to reply to the bigger barbarian. "In time, all of this will be communicated."

But they accepted it just as easily. What else? They had all seen what their god could do. Even now, as they watched, the wound on their leader was healing at a rate visible to their eyes.

After resting, Galthor stood and gestured to the water serpent's corpse. "Alright, get on with it. I'll keep watch."

The masters nodded and went to the dead monster to begin the search for the relic.

With Karathra's war axe, they split its belly in a vertical line. Blue blood and intestines gushed out, but the monster was long, so they split up to begin searching different parts of the stomach.

Galthor watched them by the side of the stream, his senses locking down the surroundings. Even the insects that moved around in the foliage did not escape him.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, a cry lifted into the air. "I've seen it! I've seen it! This is what you are looking for, right? This! This!"

Brakthar was covered in blood and guts, and yet he stood there proudly with the relic in his hand.

"Let's see it!"

"So this is a relic! Impressive, this is the first time I'm seeing one!"

"Wow! How strong is that thing? I can feel its power all over from here!"

The relic was the color of the sea at its calm, and it seemed to be made of some shell material, shaped into a small horn. It was radiating an intense pressure that wouldn't lose to Karathra's, maybe even more.

Brakthar stepped forward, cleaned it in the water, and placed it in Galthor's hand.

The masters crowded around him to have a look. It was the first time any of them had seen one, and one that was actually their own. The Stronghide had never possessed such a thing in the past, as they dared not go against strong monsters to hunt for relics.

It wasn't that they couldn't, but if they formed a team and hunted dangerous and powerful monsters, it was a given that they would end up wounded or worse. Who would then protect the tribe in the Revolutionary Base?

Even now, some still had family members back in the tribe territory.

Galthor stared at the shell in his hand and his eyes sparked. Without hesitation, a memory rose in his mind and he said, "This is known as the Drowning. The Drowning, an Exalted-ranked relic said to hold a boundless pocket sea within its depths. When blown, it opens a rift to that drowned world, pulling in all nearby foes into its suffocating embrace. Within that realm, the wielder becomes the will of the ocean itself, able to command crushing tides and serpentine currents.

Its waters are said to be bottomless, cold enough to freeze flame, and heavy enough to crush steel. Even light cannot reach the depths of the realm it creates."

Silence met his words as they all stared at him in shock. Even Galthor was shocked to his core as he stared at the relic in his hand.

Since when did he know something like that? Since fucking when?

"Chief... you did not tell us that you can use the appraisal power!"

Galthor hesitated as he raised his head to look at Karathra, who had just spoken. "What do you mean by appraisal power?"

"There are guilds and organizations whose main job is to appraise relics and tell how to use them and what they are about, with their accurate rank. But you have such skills?"

Galthor felt a chill on his back, and he smiled. "I guess this is the doing of our god."

But this time, it wasn't easy to pull off, as Karathra frowned and shook her head. "Gods don't just have that power. The power to see and know about things belongs to the domain of the Supreme Deity of our world. When he perished, what remained of his will and powers was shared by the high-ranking members of his Sanctum. They went on to form different organizations and guilds. Only they can appraise things.

"Even high gods' priests can't do such."

Galthor felt a chill on his spine and his face hardened instantly. "This is the mystery of a god. Do not look into it. Have you forgotten? One does not look at a god!"

His voice cracked like a whip, and they shuddered. Indeed, there's a saying that goes thus: look not at a god. The gods, even the least of them, were filled with mysteries and wonders, and mortals, no matter how strong, could not look upon them.

But at the same time, Galthor couldn't help but think of the miracles he was performing and how they were so different from his domain.

At the moment, though, he decided to think about it later. For now, he raised the relic. "How strong is this Exalted-rank relic?"

Karathra had already recovered. "Very strong. It could only be used by those in the master's rank, and its power is already above that of two masters."

Galthor nodded. "I see."

Now that he thought about it, if there were even three monsters in that pocket world, they would have died just from that shell and coldness in the first attack.

Galthor looked at all the masters with shining eyes. All of them wanted the relic, as it would instantly boost their powers, setting them on a higher rank than their peers.

Galthor briefly considered taking it for himself, but he decided against it. It was better to have more powerful members instead of a single powerful person.

But now, the problem of who should have it arose.

Galthor frowned as he looked at Karathra. Then he shook his head. The relic did not suit her at all. Besides, he should reward loyalty.

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