The interior was a labyrinth of mirrored walls. Each reflection showed Kael a different version of himself: one wreathed in lightning, one melting into shadow, one whose detached limbs moved like homing missiles. In the center stood a pedestal, and on it, a single, pulsating fruit he'd never seen before. It was the color of a bruise, and its stem was a tiny, ticking gear.
He sailed to the most remote island in the Third Sea, a place with no spawn points, no NPCs, no data. He sat on the beach as the sun set, and he did the only thing left to do. zamex hub blox fruit
He ate it.