He swung down the death scythe, releasing an arc of pure concentrated death energy, which shot at the creature and struck its back.
*Graaaa*
The creature screeched, its body writhing in agony.
It roared and roared before its voice waned, and it plopped to the ground, leaving behind a large glowing orb, floating in the air. It is the spirit core, which could only be absorbed by the finisher.
Eon, panting heavily, spoke. "Finally, we did it. Bro, go ahead and absorb. Enter the rank-7. We will guard you in the meantime."
As Artaigne also nodded, Rael walked to it and stretched his arm to touch the orb, dismissing the scythe
Yet, instead of absorbing the core and ascending to rank-7, he then did something strange.
"This one," Rael whispered, his voice a soft murmur through the shadows, "will serve me instead. If I want to mutate my Arcana spirit further than celestial grade, I need the right monster."
