The square fell silent for a moment.
People gathered there began to shift their gazes, sensing the unease of the high-ranking elites.They had no idea what had caused such a reaction, nor could they guess what had sparked this level of shock.
If it was because of that girl's sudden transformation… well, that would be understandable.
After all, it was truly a sight unlike any they had ever witnessed.
Even now, the memory of her smile glowing in the radiant light lingered vividly in their minds.
But surely, that couldn't be enough to cause this level of prolonged silence?
Everyone exchanged confused glances, trying to make sense of the situation.
Meanwhile, among the veterans—those powerful figures who had seen much in their lives—a silent storm was brewing.
Each of them had once earned or seized one or two sacred weapons through grueling combat or cunning tactics.They understood, more than anyone, just how priceless a sacred relic truly was.
If such weapons had appeared in the hands of level 100, Tier III professionals, they wouldn't have been so alarmed.
Even among level 80 elites, it would've been somewhat acceptable.
But here, in this dungeon…
Sixty or seventy level 40 to 50 adventurers were casually brandishing sacred-tier weapons while cutting through monsters.
Some even hacked at rocks on the roadside like they were wielding gardening tools!
These veterans remembered the first time they held a holy weapon—how they'd cherished it more dearly than a lover, afraid even to let it bump into anything.
Even if the weapon was far from fragile, they had protected it as if it were.
But these youngsters?They didn't seem to know the meaning of restraint or reverence!
It felt like blasphemy.
Among the Knight Corps, not everyone held the same views.
Some saw their weapons as lifelong partners—even more important than people—especially if they had fought side by side.
Others saw them simply as tools, powerful but impersonal.
Neither view was necessarily wrong… but witnessing such reckless behavior made even the toughest spectators cringe.
Yet the real issue wasn't just about disrespect.
It was the burning question: Why were so many adventurers suddenly wielding weapons of such legendary quality?
This was no small anomaly.
Mr. Duan could no longer sit still—he rushed to the back, phone in hand.
"I need to call someone. Now."
The others fell into solemn silence, unable to form any answers.
Even a level 95 young expert quietly glanced at the single sacred object tucked away in his storage ring—a weapon he'd equipped back at level 85 and still used to this day, unwilling to part with it.
He shed silent tears for his own poverty…
In truth, this was indeed the work of Tranquenhold.
Ever since the launch of the "Mining Project," the city's official blacksmiths had been working around the clock.
Day and night, they toiled without rest. They didn't sleep, they barely ate.
Even when they were physically drained, professional healers were brought in to restore their stamina so they could return to the forge.
Several hammers were shattered from overuse.
The materials extracted from the abandoned Crystal Sanctum were of unmatched quality—infused with overwhelming magic power and surprisingly malleable. Crafting was practically effortless.
Master Karon, especially, had become so skilled he could simultaneously forge four or five weapons at once—each meeting sacred standards in quality.
And perhaps most terrifying of all…
Each forged weapon had an over 80% chance of acquiring hidden attributes.
It was utterly insane.
With such a resource windfall, the first to benefit were naturally the members of the official Knighthood.
After all, the annual Knight War was just a few months away—a critical competition for the Eastern realms to claim resources and prestige. There could be no mistakes.
With sacred weapons bolstering their ranks, Tranquenhold's victory seemed assured.
But there was a problem: sacred-tier weapons contain immense magical power.
Professionals above level 60 could handle them with some training.
But below level 50? Mastery takes time. Otherwise, the weapon may overpower the user.
That's why Tranquenhold dispatched a battalion of knights into this large-scale dungeon—to gain real battle experience.
And coincidentally, their dramatic presence was giving foreign observers quite the surprise.
Inside the dungeon:
The trio fought in seamless sync, maneuvering deftly even as waves of goblins surrounded them.
Reinforcements kept pouring in from nearby camps.
But Luceris's attacks were devastating—every volley of arrows inflicted heavy area damage.
As their ranks were decimated, the goblins began to retreat.
Luceris had no intention of letting them go.
Neither did Galen Skylar, who turned and shouted, "Momo, do you have a group attack skill to block their escape!?"
Block their escape?
Luceris smiled inwardly. Why chase them when you can trap them?
With a fluid motion, she drew her bow."Flying Blossoms of the Past Life" shimmered in her hands, rhythmically pulsing as she prepared her shot.
Her body, her weapon—both glowed with ethereal brilliance, mesmerizing anyone watching.
She stepped back and aimed skyward.
Pink light surged from her bow, coalescing into a radiant arrow.
Galen and Celene Sirra were stunned—being so close, they could feel the overwhelming concentration of magic.
This shouldn't be possible for a level 30 professional!
Outside the dungeon, viewers were once again drawn in.
"She's aiming for the sky. What is she doing?"
"Is this a group skill?"
"She's so beautiful… I can't look away."
"She's like a fairy. As a girl, I feel like I'm about to fall for her!"
"There! She's released the arrow!"
Within the dungeon…
Luceris, shining with flawless magical radiance, whispered:
"Let's make it a little romantic~"
Fwoosh!
The crystal arrow soared into the heavens.In an instant, crystal flowers bloomed across the sky.
A dome of radiant light unfolded, fragmenting and then linking together seamlessly—
Enclosing the entire area like a dreamscape.
Gasps echoed outside.
"A domain skill!? She's mastered a domain!?"