True to its name, the Ravager Horn of the Destroyer was pure destruction made tangible. Every inch of it radiated aggression. The strength and energy boost alone was overwhelming, while the severe drop in physique and agility turned it into a gamble with death. It was a double-edged sword. But Aiden barely cared. He didn't survive by clinging to his health bar anyway. Stat-wise, it rivaled the apocalypse-tier relics, though that was only possible because Aiden was the one who used it. And the attached abilities? Absolutely brutal. The power to erase damage immunity alone made it worth more than kingdoms. Every player in Doomsday knew the most hated boss trait in existence was damage immunity. It turned every army useless. Numbers alone could not threaten bosses.If your damage didn't meet the threshold, all your attacks meant nothing. But the Ravager Horn changed that rule entirely. Aiden could tell this artifact would drive the richest players in the world insane. They'd fight, cheat, and kill to get their hands on it. Because it gave guilds the right to challenge gods themselves. Yet for Aiden, it was nothing more than another weapon in his arsenal. "But what the hell is divinity strength?" Aiden's gaze locked on the last line of the panel, his brow furrowing. He understood the destruction effects, the healing reduction, all of it. But this one term felt alien. The artifact gave no further explanation. "It must be tied to the threshold of divinity," he muttered. The thought lingered. The Ravager Horn wasn't just rare. It was in a class of its own. Before he could think deeper, Thor cleared his throat. "About the marks…" Aiden lifted his eyes. Thor looked uneasy, guilt and doubt mixing across his face. The wagons of rice already went far beyond what he'd expected. One million marks almost sounded like a fairy tale, even if Aiden gave his promise. Aiden smiled faintly. "Relax. I'm not shortchanging you. You'll get every bit of what I owe. But one million marks isn't pocket change. It'll take some time. You should come with me to Leafport and rest for a while." Thor's eyes narrowed. "You're asking us to walk into human territory?" He liked Aiden, but that affection did not extend to every single human. "Exactly," Aiden replied, his tone smooth and calm. "But if you're uncomfortable with it, I won't push it. Just know this—marks alone can't get you resources. You'll need to trade. And big trades like this don't happen outside city gates. It's too risky." Thor scowled. "We Dwarves never cheat anyone. We'll pay what we owe." Aiden kept his voice even. "Maybe not you. But not everyone's that noble. What if someone takes your marks and never delivers your goods?" Thor froze. The thought hadn't even occurred to him. Thurinn tugged on his arm quietly. "He's got a point, Thor. We've already left the forest. We can't avoid everyone forever." The two exchanged uncertain looks. Aiden caught it and leaned in just enough to press the advantage. "Besides, I want to thank you both properly for helping me appraise the artifact. Once we're in the city, I'll hold a banquet in your honor." Thurinn blinked. "A banquet? Wait, do you mean… with actual cooked rice?" Aiden smiled. "With meat." "Meat? You mean real meat?" Thor and Thurinn shouted at the same time. Their composure crumbled. They stared at each other like kids on Christmas morning, eyes wide, faces glowing.Then Aiden added casually, "As much as you want." That did it. Thurinn spun on his heel and tore off toward the dwarven camp, yelling so loud it echoed across the field. Thor could yell at him later. A moment later, a roar of cheers rolled through the plain, shaking the air like a storm breaking loose. Aiden turned back to Thor, smiling. "So, what do you say?" He knew this was the leader. Thor let out a long sigh. "Alright. We'll go." As the clan's leader, he had more to consider than anyone else. But his people had been trapped in the shadows for too long. The offer was too tempting to ignore. And besides, the man standing before him carried the faint but undeniable scent of the old divine. If anyone else had made the same offer, they'd already be dead.