Alex and Nyxara froze.
The same thought echoed in both their minds, sharp and disbelieving:
Did I hear that right…?
A demi-god rank weapon?
It didn't make sense.
Not in the world they knew.
In today's era, Legend-rank weapons stood as the absolute pinnacle—beings in their own right, weapons so powerful they altered the course of battle. These relics weren't crafted by the blacksmiths of the world, but they were given to the higher clans by their respective gods.
So how…
How could a demi-god rank weapon exist in silence?
Alex's thoughts reeled, fragmented like shattered glass.
A demi-god weapon wasn't just rare—it was impossible.
The gap between ranks wasn't a slope—it was a cliff. Even the jump from Legend to Mystic was a cosmic leap, like trying to turn mortal flesh into starlight. But demi-god?
The weapon ranks more as a myth.
His mother's voice returned, steady and sharp, slicing through the fog of disbelief.
