One could imagine the value of an item like this, especially when it was linked to a unique class like Death's Heir.
Without hesitation, Michael placed the crown on his head before conjuring a mirror from reflective ice. Looking at his reflection, he couldn't help but smile.
The crown was entirely black. Its surface was covered in intricate patterns, with several sharp, curved extensions rising from its sides.
At the center was a taller, pointed structure, beneath which sat a black gemstone that reflected the little light falling upon it.
Despite its elaborate appearance, the crown wasn't particularly bulky. It rested naturally on his head, almost as though it had been made specifically for him.
Combined with his long black hair, which flowed down past his shoulders, and his piercing green eyes, the crown gave him an appearance that was both imposing and somewhat sinister.
