Such a strange artefact ! This pendant made of precursor metal and a light blue was complete mystery. What if it was a way too dangerous thing to handle for her tiny mustelid body ? Or what if it was a complete joke to begin with ?
She was not sure if it was worth the stealth in this altar. But the order from this woman who called herself a soothsayer was clear : if she wanted to join this group of monks, which was heading to the direction of the Great Wall, where all the battles were taking place, she had to use this artefact.
From what she understood, it would help her to hide her true identity to everyone, but it would cost the price of some secondary effects. And they sounded unpleasant.
The young ottsel was still looking at the eerie object, as if she was waiting for an answer from it. What if it failed ? She would have stolen a sacred artefact for nothing ! And what about something awful happening to her ?
Like... death ?
She shivered at the thought. No, she