Beside her stood the Great Monarch of the Void, and as they spoke, a connection had already been established between them.
"However, this power is just right for you."
The legion was methodically changing its formation.
At this stage, no advanced weapon or technology was as effective as the most primitive physical contest.
"Even more astonishing is that sword—excellent, excellent, you have already completed it."
Leoz stood before the crowd, the blade in his hand gradually cooling. Hearing the words of [Twilight Duke], the people finally focused their attention on the blade.
"Ah." As the Curator of the [Collector], his pupils shrank, and for the first time, his usually composed demeanor showed a look of such shock: "This truly is... a miracle."
"Even a divine artifact does not possess such brilliance, I can feel the power within." Oshen grasped the trident, exclaiming in astonishment: "Your Excellency Leoz, could this sword be the same as before..."
