He had not made weapons in a long time and he realized he had come to rely on his Dao Weapon too much. Yet, he had no time to ponder what he could do to improve as the battle never stopped for him.
Swords of all shapes with handles meant for oddly formed limbs flew at him so fast he barely saw them. Long staff weapons with and without blades whirled like deadly extensions of the phantom owners.
All across the entirety of what he knew and the newly introduced versions for other races, Lind felt his mind strain just trying to take it all in. He transformed his arms and legs into draconic form with his tail making an appearance too.
The clash caused thunderous shockwaves along with blood to fly in the air. He lost his limbs multiple times but squeezed out his regenerative limits each time to bring them back quickly.
The world fell away and all that was left were the weapons and him. His Mysteries sustained him but that was only for the present.
