Vahn looked at Hellbringer Saber and swallowed hard. A Saint Grade was really Strong.
His own chest was scratched, but his saber was clean. He had won using barely a tenth of the Spirit Energy he'd wasted on the first beast.
Lilith approached the carcass, her veiled head shaking slightly.
"You were overconfident," she stated, "and you almost paid for it. However, you adjusted quickly and learned the temper of your weapon mid-fight. That is a trait of a true warrior."
She looked at the Hellbringer Saber, now dormant and simply black. "You see now? A Saint-grade weapon does not forgive inefficiency. But when mastered, it requires only a fraction of your effort to achieve utter destruction. Clean kill. Excellent resource management."
Vahn grinned, a tired but triumphant look in his eyes. He got his praise, albeit wrapped in a fresh criticism.
"Thank you, Instructor," he said, sheathing the Hellbringer.
He then looked over her head to check their Bonding Status.
