The Crimsaria. A parasol crafted by her own mother with her in mind.
Forged beneath a rare naturally occurring Blood Moon and stitched together with silk from Lord Level beasts near the layer of Terminus.
This weapon was bound to her blood from its creation, waiting for the day she accepts it. But all these years, due to her dislike of her mother, Rosalyn had never accepted this weapon.
In fact, she even wanted it to be destroyed at one point.
Once again, if it wasn't for her brother, she wouldn't even be looking at this weapon right now.
As though seeing a long lost soul mate, the weapon hummed with an excitement as a deep crimson aura bled into its surroundings.
Caelan let Rosalyn stand on her own before taking a few steps back.
Accepting this weapon was Rosalyn's task, all he had to do was observe.
Reaching out, Rosalyn caressed the crimson aura of the parasol.
