Amon walked out of the building with a confident gait, his head tilted upward like someone of importance.

Sasha seeing Amon walk out with some demonic-looking gauntlets on, she showed no surprise, like she expected him to get them. "I see you found the Gauntlets of Abaddon." from Sasha's smirk and mirthful voice, Amon figured that she knew he'd choose these.

Amon chuckled back at her. When he arrived in front of her he thought of a question he'd been wondering about for a while since picking up his weapon. "How come there are so many powerful weapons here?"

Sasha shrugged her shoulders at the question "Well, did you think Humans and Animals were the only things assimilated into the system? Because they weren't."

Hearing Sasha's answer, Amon widened his eyes in surprise, he didn't expect that answer but when he thought about it, her answer did make sense. "Can you explain it a bit further? Did everything change? How much has changed?"

Sasha, seeing Amon's need for an answer, told him to come and sit with her over at a bench nearby before she started speaking. "Okay, where to start...Unlike Humans and Animals, not every piece of equipment, cutlery or weapon awakened as something else. But things that did awaken changed into mythical or better versions of themselves. Antique weapons renewed themselves into better versions of their prime and Kitchen knives turned into swords and sabers, stuff like that. And we, the Terminus Company, used our resources to gather the better and superior weapons from wherever we could. Does that explain what you want to know?"

Sasha looked at the thinking Amon, trying to figure out what he was thinking about, but she was cut off from doing that as Amon suddenly stood up. "Yeah, I get it. I'm gonna go over to that rock and test these Gauntlets out." Amon pointed his claw at a big rock in the middle of the little courtyard.

Without waiting to see if it was fine, Amon walked towards the rock. The rock in question was about 5 meters tall and 3 meters in diameter, Amon thought that it was good enough for a test.

Rolling his shoulders, getting ready to punch with his max strength Amon walked as he continued his stretches. By the time he was done with his stretches, he was standing in front of the rock he was going to test himself on. Amon squared his shoulders, grounded himself and got into a simple boxing stance.

Amon let the power build up from his legs as he stepped forward, the power went through his hips as he rotated them adding more power to the punch, Amon's fist was already causing the wind in the area to become turbulent like if an explosion had just happened. When Amon's fist hit the stone, he pushed forward with all his power, crumbling the stone in his fist's way.

The fist sunk into the rock like it was made of cardboard, causing cracks to spread fully throughout the massive rock.

Amon was surprised as he saw the thin and thick cracks running throughout the rock. He felt that his power along could send cracks throughout the rock but not cracks this thick, so Amon came to the conclusion that the Gauntlets seemed to amplify his power slightly.

Pulling his fist from the rock, he looked at his gauntlet, unscathed from its collision with a hard and massive rock. This result sent a satisfied and manic smile across Amon's face, he was wondering and dreaming about the supremacy he would show in a fight with these Gauntlets.

The rock trembled slightly, startling Amon out of his stupor. Amon closely looked at the rock and was surprised by what he saw; the rock was slowly repairing itself.

Sasha walked up next to Amon, who was staring curiously at the rock and tapped him on the shoulder. "I bet you're surprised, right? This place has a restoration field surrounding it to repair any damage it sustains."

Amon lifted his eyebrows at what she said, these fields seemed like they're very beneficial to allies but incredibly annoying to enemies, he was already feeling annoyed at dealing with them in the future.

By the time the rock had healed, everyone came out with a weapon from the storage room. Amon looked at each of their weapons with curious eyes.

Michael had a slender sword, it's handle and the hilt was white and the blade was an ice-like blue, it gave off an aura of being swift and having deadly precision.

Julia came out with a pair of gloves, one covered in mist and colored ice blue, the other gave off waves of heat and was a fiery red.

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Fae had a two-handed shield, which she held with one hand easily, and a big bastard sword which she also held with one arm with absolute ease. Both the shield and sword were green, with dabbles of dark blue here and there.

Lilith had a pair of gloves which were the same pure white color, unlike Julia's which were different. Both of the gloves seemed to glow with a pure light, but along the gloves, black lines were here and there and showed a light of corruption.

Amon knew these weapons were from the fifth floor as he remembered seeing them. So he knew that each of these was made of living metal and couldn't be separated from the users.

Amon himself wondered for a while on how to draw his gauntlets off his hands. He soon figured it out after thinking and transmitting his thoughts to the Gauntlets.

Before long after he'd sent his thoughts to the living metal making up his weapon, the metal bending sounds from when it merged with him sounded out again as it moved and compressed itself into two tape-thin, metal strips wrapped around his wrists.

Looking at the metal strips Amon felt slightly relieved; he didn't want to go round wearing gauntlets, they'd probably get in the way of everything outside of battle.

Sasha called everyone over and told them to follow her to the Martial Library. Before leaving, Amon told the others, mainly Fae and Michael, how to draw their weapon into their body to avoid it getting in the way.

On the way, Michael continued to interrogate Sasha about whether there'd be some kind of stupid test to get any of the Martial Arts, to which Sasha said they'd find out when they got there to everyone's annoyance.

After a brief 5 minute walk, all 6 of them arrived at the Martial Library and Sasha hurried them inside.

When they were inside they saw a long hallway full of passageways, and Sasha started to explain some things. "Okay, so now that we're in here, I can explain. We gained these martial books from the Database we found on that ship. Weirdly, they kept a lot of Secret Arts and Martial Arts on that Database, so I guess they openly shared their techniques because you need to be a certain race to practice some."

She spoke as they continued to walk while pointing at all the new-looking books stored in shelves built into the walls.

When they reached the end of the hall, there was a bowl on an altar and Sasha continued to speak. "Okay, Lilith, Julia, go and look around in the passageways on the left for Mage stuff. You three, come over her." she pointed towards where she was standing which was right next to the altar.

Julia and Lilith walked off, chatting with each other, into the closest passageway and Amon and the other two walked over to Sasha.

"Amon, step forth and drip some of your blood into the bowl." Sasha looked seriously at Amon to show him that this had to be done like she knew he'd be annoyed at the thought of having to give blood, his Draconic and Demonic heritage roaring in defiance at the idea.

Amon calmed his raging instincts and poked one of his fingers with one of his claws and let a drop of blood and nothing more fall into the bowl.

As soon as the blood hit the bowl, a sanguine light burst forth and red line-like runes spread from the bowl and down the altar into the floor, sending some kind of signal.

Before long, 2 books appeared out of nowhere above the altar and fell into Amon's outstretched hand startling Amon but he soon smiled when he saw the titles. The titles drew in Amon's gaze, mainly because they were written in blood red and an incredibly sharp and aggressive way.

"Ooo [Royal Demon Martial Arts] and [Slayer Martial Arts], you really do have a talent for war and killing, something we need for the coming war." Sasha's voice rang out to the side of Amon taking his attention away from the books.

Michael lightly pushed Amon aside in his excitement, gaining a glare from Amon before he dripped a drop of blood into the bowl causing a similar occurrence to what happened when Amon dripped his blood into the bowl to happen again.

Before long, 2 books appeared and fell into Michael's hand. Amon could clearly see the titles and while they didn't give off a bloodthirsty and violent aura as his did, he did not underestimate their power.

"[Royal Angel Sword Arts] and [Instant Sword Art] very suitable for you, Michael. I hope for you to live up to your potential." Sasha nodded her head with her eyes closed like some kind of sagely advisor causing Amon to snort at her in disdain.

Fae walked up to the bowl and unlike Amon and Michael, let a lot of her blood drop into the bowl like she didn't care and the altar repeated it's earlier appearance of sanguine light and filled with runes.

Two books appeared as it did with Amon and Michael's and the books seemed more mellow than either of theirs, not being as domineering in its display of power. It instead seemed like a calm beast of some kind, not explicitly showing it's power but you could still tell it was strong.

"[Black Tortoise Absolute Defence Arts] and [High Human Sword and Shield Arts]. Hmm, quite good for you, Fae." Sasha seemed satisfied with all three of their Martial Art books they'd gotten from the Library.

Amon and the others seemed quite enthralled in their Martial Books and didn't pay much attention to Sasha. Sasha seemed slightly annoyed by this and continued talking "Well, you all know where the Training Grounds are, right? You can all go there to go practice and what not. No matter the things you need to practice these Arts, you can get it there."

Sasha hurried them out before she went back inside to wait for Lilith and Julia.

Michael instantly dashed off with his Magic and Fae ran as well, while Amon looked at his book with passionate eyes; he felt that these books would elevate his combat ability to new levels and that sent the Martial Fanatic inside him absolutely mental.

Finally, Amon started walking towards the Training Grounds.