Marcus's eyes lingered on the black mask for a moment longer. Without warning, the towering figure before him seemed to grow even larger, and a suffocating wave of deathly energy crashed against his mind, making his heart skip a beat as an instinctive sense of danger crept over him.
'That mask… it's dangerous.'
Marcus narrowed his eyes. The pressure wasn't coming from the boss himself; it was coming from the mask. 'What kind of artifact is that? Red? Mythic? Or... Divine?' he couldn't help wondering.
And if he was being honest, the mask looked incredible. Its savage fangs, oppressive aura, and sinister design would match his Corpse Demon armor perfectly, and with the dark wraiths swirling around the armor and his hellfire-stepping mount beneath him... Marcus couldn't help grinning. He'd look like a true Death Knight, riding straight out of the underworld.
Forget the stats for a second; he wanted the mask for the style alone.
