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Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

"So, where are we going?" asked Darius, according to the script of course.

"I am taking Lord Darius to the armoury for Honour Step Spiritknights. You do not need to go through any tedious activities. The basic tour covered the essentials. After the armoury, a spiritknight of your step will tour you around the areas designated for honour spiritknights of your step. I am unqualified to even take you to the armoury, however, due to the hiccup, it will take some time for your guide to arrive, hence I was advised to take you there directly in the meantime." said Jena with a smile.

Thankfully she had made it on time, things seemed to be heating up. She intentionally ran away to avoid the wrath of the Maldini boy. The others would deal with him, they were his problem. Jena did find something strange, however.

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