But after a while, Baines didn't overthink it.
One of those said gods had recently appeared on his list. If he were destined to stand against the gods in the future, he might as well begin by arming himself with their weapons. That was only fair.
For the second time that day, he reached inward, opening his heart's core. A stream of Ashenfall energy surged from within him, and the violent torrent of power poured out like a wave of water.
He then directed and poured it into the armband shackled around his arm.
The band was made of blackened steel laced with mysterious, archaic runes and connected by twin chains running from wrist to shoulder.
The metal trembled the moment the energy touched it. The armband pulsed hungrily and began devouring the Ashenfall, swallowing it like a ravenous beast.
It drank deeply, far beyond what Baines expected. His eyes widened in disbelief.
