[Darkness Origin is borrowing an Artifact]
The message lingered in Yu Xuan's vision for only a moment before fading into silence.
At first, nothing happened.
The space remained still — then, a single point of darkness appeared before him, tiny and perfect.
It pulsed once, then vanished like an illusion.
But from that same spot, a spear slowly emerged.
The instant its tip pierced existence, a terrifying aura flooded the space.
The spear began to grow—
ten feet,
a hundred feet,
a thousand—
each heartbeat stretching its form higher, radiating power that warped the reality itself.
Then, as Yu Xuan reached out, his fingers brushed the spear's golden shaft.
It stopped expanding.
The weapon began to shrink, collapsing gracefully until it fit perfectly in his grasp, balanced, heavy, and alive.
The spear gleamed gold, its haft crowned by a skull of pure light, and its blade radiated a murderous majesty — as though it longed to slaughter gods.
