Korsarro took the black sash, tying it on himself in the same manner as the last one, he took a deep breathe. Time for waiting. He gulped, the other sash had been mild by the standards of artifacts, this one, with all of it's dark fabric caused his mind to drown in possibilities of far worse outcomes. Maybe it would break his mind? Maybe it would be a dud? He had no clue.<br/><br/>He attempted to take his mind off of the relic, his gaze falling on the sash he had worn previously, black and yellow eh? If they were truly demonic in nature, then they were an insult to the might Beesiah and almighty Buzzia. He frowned. The waiting really was the worst part.