Serpent Fang

Snapped from a jaw that still twitched, this fang weeps a venom no antidote has answered. The brood-mothers coiled in the land's wet wounds shed such teeth as a serpent sheds skin — carelessly, and always leaving one behind for a fool to find.

FIELD NOTES

DAMAGE

37–62

WHERE IT DROPS

Found across the fallen lands — carried by the tiered gear of its rank.

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