Cassandra

Year 820 | Month 8 | Day 8

I personally believe myself to be rather skilled in my Wrath energy manipulation, considering how long I’ve had the ability to do that in the first place. And my System skills aren’t anything to sneeze at either. Making me rather good with Wrath energy.

Not to mention my senses, as I don’t think there’s anyone or anything who can sense better than me when it comes to Wrath energy.

But these demons have been using Wrath energy skills for their entire lives, even if they don’t likely realize that what they’re using are ‘skills’. And most of these demons’ lives are multiple times longer than I’ve even lived up till now. Simply because demons seem to have their lifespans determined by how much Wrath energy they have. With the archdemons practically being immortal when it comes to the passing of time and the lowest of the low demons having just a few years to live.

So they have far more experience using their powers than I have.

But this item?

I glance at the corner of my vision where the item’s pull note is still located as I finally claim the blade.

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[Random Item Draw]

Now selecting a random Tier 6 item. Please wait.

o O o

Congratulations! You have obtained the item ‘Energy Blade’!

This blade allows the user to infuse any type of energy into the blade and it will amplify the energy by a factor of two while coating the blade in said energy. Allowing the user to use their own energy to slice through their targets with ease. It will also change its form depending on the type of energy infused into it.

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The blade itself looks incredibly basic as I hold it in my hand, with what looks more like a single baton rod sticking out of a circular handle. With a ring handguard on top of it all. But the moment I infuse my Wrath energy into the thing, its form begins to blur with the same black and crimson colors as my Wrath energy.

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My eyes widen a little before a smirk spreads across my face at the sight of the strange baton rod thing morphing.

The handle turns into a pitch black handle with the end stretching a little downwards at a slight curve with a sharp point on the end. One tipped with Wrath energy. Meanwhile the circular ‘blade’ turns into a pitch black blade with lines of glowing crimson running through it, and an ominous black and red energy coating the entire thing. It stretches a bit to make the blade itself about two thirds of a meter in length, with a slightly curved yet sharp as hell and once again Wrath energy coated edge.

I raise my gaze to look at the golem, who is currently rushing towards me while coating his fist in Wrath water to the extreme. Far more than he has done so throughout the rest of this battle up till now.

Which is interesting, since it kind of looks like he’s trying to finish this all in one blow. He even drained back his Wrath energy from the golems down below to enhance his attack more.

But I’m not intimidated by his approaching attack. Instead I infuse an immense amount of my own Wrath energy into my blade before bringing it up over my head.

And then slashing straight down into the general’s fist, bisecting the Wrath water and his fist in the process.

That’s not all though, because the blade continues cutting through all the way until it reaches the golem’s shoulder and cuts the thing’s entire arm in two. Then the Wrath energy I see coating both ends of the wound made by the blade ends up spreading further into the golem, turning its body to crimson ash at a slow but sure pace. Even as the golem himself roars out in anger and pain.

Something he says gets on my nerves though.

Because one of the things he roars out at me while falling away from me, no doubt not able to fly anymore, is him raging at me for starting our conflict.

“You’re the one who started the conflict by attacking me,” I bluntly state with a scowl on my face as I watch the golem fall through the air while disintegrating into crimson ash. “I wouldn’t have ever bothered you if you hadn’t sent those golems that attacked me without provocation.”

My words, probably mixed with the pain, seems to shock the golem as his stone face stiffens and he continues falling downwards. Just completely frozen in shock.

And by the time the golem finally hits the ground, his head is completely disintegrated, leaving only his other arm and his lower legs left still disintegrating.

Silence fills the entire island with the only sound being that of my heavy breathing and the faint hum of my blade, which is draining quite a bit of my Wrath energy. So I take my remaining Wrath energy out of the blade. But surprisingly it doesn’t turn back to its basic form and stays in the rather evil looking form it’s taken on. And as if that wasn’t odd enough, it then turns into crimson particles and vanishes into my hand.

The… heck?

When I think about where the blade is though, I find it rematerializing in my hand. Making me quickly realize that I can summon it at will.

Convenient.

I think about dispelling it and it once again turns into crimson particles and returns to my hand.

Then I look back down at the ground to find the last of the golem having disintegrated already. Leaving nothing left behind but crimson ash.

Well then. One general dead. Hopefully I won’t have to fight any of the others, because this rebellion is not my problem.

I glance in the direction of the spectators with a slight frown on my face before letting out a slight huff of air and beginning to leave the island in search of more monsters to hunt.

Because I still need more EXP to reach the level cap of Tier 4.