The moment that my hand took hold of the staff, I could feel a sense of weakness come over me.
It wasn't as strong as the wave of weakness that had knocked me out earlier, but it was a feeling of something being drained out of me.
I could feel that there was something inside of this staff that seemed to be taking this energy from me. It just wasn't as strong as the feeling that had knocked me out earlier.
It seemed that while this staff was powerful, it wasn't adjusted so that people could use it.
Thinking of the one that it was linked to, it made sense…
He seemed like a god that would neglect things like this…
Forgetting that he needed to adjust it to the power level of the one that was using it, so that they wouldn't faint from using it.
But then again, when I thought about it…
The Dwarven King had said that this thing couldn't be used by normal people, there had to be a reason for this.