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Frank's Soul Armory slowly opened, as he selected the spear, touching it with his hand.
Yes, a Hand made with the power of Humility, which he could now use even in conceptual places like this.
FLASH!
And then, as he opened his eyes, a bright light rapidly took the form of a long, beautiful white, silver, and golden colored spear.
However, it wasn't as beautiful anymore, as it looked rusty, with cracks, and deteriorated… It was missing several of its jewels and the wing-shaped decorations were falling apart.
What's worse, it was also constantly glitching. Frank was unable to keep up the projection now after White died in such a way.
"I see…"
Michael approached the spear, touching it with her etheric hand.
Her eyes suddenly turned completely white for a moment, as she learned a lot of information from it in a mere second.
