"My Indentity?"
Pyris handed the real arcane gauntlet to Ammit, feeling the cold, metallic surface leave his hands as she accepted it. Her fingers lingered on his skin for a brief moment, but her focus remained on the gauntlet. As she examined the artifact, her eyes gleamed with a mix of greed and satisfaction.
The arcane energy pulsing through the gauntlet made it clear that it was no mere replica-it was the genuine one, and Pyris had just placed incredible power back in her hands.
For a moment, Ammit looked at him with surprise. Why?
He had the real gauntlet, the item that kept her hold on power intact, and yet, he had returned it willingly. She studied his expression, realizing that this boy-this Petne Chaos-had far more intricate plans than she initially assumed.
His first impression was that that assured her he could be trusted.
"You gave me the real one," she remarked, her voice soft with a hint of disbelief.