The origin of the Thunderclap Hammer
Back on the thirtieth floor of the Tower of Truth,
Mike, blissfully unaware of Maxen's unfortunate predicament, returned to Brookfield Town with the Nature Elf Envoy in tow.
Dracula, though unharmed, was unusually pale. Subduing the Nature Elf Envoy had clearly taken a toll on him.
However, it was a price he was more than willing to pay.
The ring on his pinky finger was a blood artifact of immense value!
To other races, it might seem like an ordinary S-rank equipment.
But in the hands of a blood clan member, its power was truly terrifying.
Mike nodded in satisfaction as he surveyed the bound Nature Elf Envoy.
That old Dracula, despite his haughty demeanor, was a surprisingly efficient worker.
When it came down to it, he delivered!
"Here's your ring back," Mike said, tossing it to Dracula. "And as promised, I'll have the Mystic Market gather the prince level blood essence within a day."