Are you sure, I can keep the blade?

Yes, what we find in the dungeon should go to those who can use it. If no one can utilize the gear, then we sell it and split it 4 ways..

But…Locke, it’s an epic higher-level sword. We could sell this and buy a home in a nice village…

Yeah, you could.

Or, you could equip it and make this clear much easier.

Right, guys.

I turned to the rest of the party who were also as shocked by the drop…

They nodded, so Muller went to equip the blade.

“Wrathbringer”

A flow of power enveloped the young soldier.

First fear spread across his face, then, as if growing accustomed to the wave of energy, he grinned and swung the blade against the cave wall.

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A large slash wounded the wall, leaving an energy that pulsed from out the crack.

What power…so this is an Epic Sword…

I feel so much more powerful…and the blade even says it has passive abilities that I haven’t met the prerequisites for…

Muller, whispered to himself.

Yup, you’re gear score must have almost doubled with that one piece of equipment.

Looking back at the other two, who appeared like children who had gone without a present, while their older brother was given a horse and a carriage, I said:

Don’t worry guys, drops like these will come with time. What matters is not the luck of the drop, but that we have the skills to continue to clear and obtain said drops.

They nodded and we made our way down the cave in hopes of meeting back up with the expedition.

Not many encounters were left in our descent down the corridor of the cave.

As we progressed the clears were becoming more and more efficient.

Ernest was proving an experienced Warlock with a power lvl that exceeded this whole expedition.

Quinn was the youngest with the most potential for blossoming into something dangerous.

Muller, the soldier, was becoming adept with his newly equipped, Wrathbringer, awestruck by enemies that once took a flurry of strikes now falling in one.

Things were coming together.

Don’t let up…

Don’t let this get to your head…

It only takes one bad encounter to send things right back to hell…

The voices in my head were right, I couldn’t let up.

Hours later, we arrived at where all the pathways converged into a singular chamber.

No one was there.

We must have been the first to arrive…

Hopefully not the only ones who survived…