In a flash of radiant light, a towering pile of weapons materialized in the center of the floor—blades, polearms, rifles, and artifacts of power, each glimmering with enchantments. The weakest among them were Rare-rank, while several pulsed with the unmistakable aura of Very-Rare treasures.
"Take one each," Arthur commanded. "Leave enough for everyone. Once all have chosen, and only then, may you take another if there is any left. Anyone who breaks this rule—report them to me. I will see to it personally, and you will be rewarded."
There was no hesitation.
Instead of chaos, a reverent order swept through the room. The players began moving toward the pile with solemn focus; their admiration for Arthur was evident.
Each person picked their weapon with purpose, not greed.
No one dared to take more than their share, not out of fear, but out of respect.
Arthur watched for a moment before giving Gates a subtle nod.
