Back in his room, Isaac took the glittering golden Little Divine Lamp from his pocket. Perhaps because he was the only one who had fought in that battle, Philo and the others hadn't discussed who the lamp belonged to.
'Of course, it's also possible they just haven't snapped out of it yet…'
In any case, ownership of the lamp should fall to him now. The situation was complicated. To say it wasn't important would be wrong—you couldn't participate in the Divine Lamp Grand Trial without it. But to say it was critically important wasn't right either, since the three of them were destined to get one each. It was just a matter of when.
So, whether they divided it up or not didn't really matter.
But as Isaac focused his attention on the Little Divine Lamp, the information he discovered made his brow furrow.
