The Curse Strikes Again

"Well… about that…" Waiting for Noel to go on a tirade on how he should have used his spear while fighting against the Shadow Mammoths to increase his combat efficiency even if sparingly, Valyr inwardly let out a sigh of relief as he noticed the old man silently waiting for his response. Scratching the back of his head, Valyr grabbed his trusty spear from his back before giving it to the elder to identify.

"It would be better for you to see it yourself, Elder Noel."

"Hmm?" Raising his eyebrow in slight confusion, Noel received Valyr's spear with both hands, staring at it for a bit due to the ferocious aura he felt faintly emanating from the spear, as well as how brutal yet exquisite its design was. After that, he went ahead and used his identification skill on the spear, only for his eyes to focus on a certain innate skill that the spear held.