The broken cauldron remained completely unmoved despite the thunderous bombardment—clearly, this thing was no ordinary relic.
Orson licked his lips. "What's mine is mine. What's my senior brother's… is also mine. We're all one big family anyway."
Unfortunately, the cauldron had several gaping holes, and bolts of lightning kept striking through the cracks.
Luckily, Flame Fosset and Veijander were both King-tier players. With their massive health pools, they took turns soaking the damage, barely surviving amidst the heavenly thunder.
Flame Fosset shouted, "My disciple was born under lucky stars. Even if the sky falls, he won't die!"
Grevor muttered, "How is this bastard still alive…"
Veijander grumbled, "When we get back, you better give me a truckload of legendary crafting mats. That's the only way you'll make up for my loss."
Veijander had originally planned to summon the Forge God's Furnace to block the Forbidden Curse, but Orson had stopped him.
