"It's about time I gave you a real weapon."
Adam said, flashing a grin that clearly said he was way too pleased with himself.
"You've more than earned it."
He commented to Clara, complementing his current feats.
"Well, if you think so, mon Maître."
With that said, he raised his left hand forward and opened his palms. It was not long after that a black colored box manifested into his hands, naturally, it was invisible to anyone but him.
Soon after it opened up, and a black mist leaked from it, glowing dark purple on the inside, as a blade manifested from the box. From the perspective of Clara, it just looked as if a sword was manifesting out of thin air.
It was a claymore, looking at it, one might think it was forged from a metal so dark that the metal itself devoured light around it.
