Yemisia

He closed his eyes and put his swords down to his side. Zeeth knew that he could suddenly see everything, every small breath or beating of their heart. He weaved around the zombies that were now blasting their own magic at him and ended in front of Yemisia. He tried to punch her in the face but she seemed to have Animo as well as she closed her eyes and dodged his fists, although she was clearly having more trouble. He pulled out his sword and cut down any undead sprouting near him and his fist finally landed on her face, punching her down.

All the while, Zeeth was using his sword to cut through the bodies coming at him, but using the sword was like nothing he used before. While it felt like it was an extension of himself, like an arm he used as he had it since birth, the sword was also the lightest weapon he ever held. It was like swinging air, the only weight he felt was from the hilt. Even when he was cutting through people, it was like swinging air through the air, there was no resistance or friction but the bodies simply fell apart.

Despite watching her fall from the statue, the dead didn't stop sprouting. Instead, they seemed to have grown stronger while she kept wailing. Meres tried to attack her but all he heard was a loud 'klink' and a large shiny ovoid of ice flew into the sky, with Yemisia in the center, her eyes red from crying and her entire body protected by tears. Hundreds of the dead rose from the ground and they all said in unison, "you didn't think I fought all of you without making a backup plan, right? Haha! I spent hours making all these, what will you do?"

Zeeth used God's eye on her and all it said was [Solid ice made of tears using the skill Tears of The Fallen. Nearly impossible to break.]

[Tears of The Fallen: for every tear the user cries, they awaken a dead soul to fight for them. The stronger the skill, the stronger the protection of the soul, and the stronger the magic. Each tear created will freeze around the user, limiting their movements but also providing an almost impeccable shield. Can be stalled.]

Meres held his hand up to the sky, directing it straight at the moon, and stood for a second, but Yemisia stared at his movements, a crazed look in her eye. All of her dead soldiers stopped fighting as she continued to cry and headed for Meres, allowing them to be killed, but she didn't seem to care. They kept rushing at him and seemed to want to stop him from doing something, but his sword skills were too much and nothing was able to get even close, his shiny sword was somehow also blocking the magic.

Out of the blue, they could all feel a terrifying, dominating pressure from the sky, something that crushed his movements for just a second, but it felt as if some kind of protection from the black sword spread from its hilt all around him and stopped the feeling. A scaly, glistening trident flew into Meres' extended hand with a boom.

It looked solid and heavy but he was swinging it like a pillow and with each swing, a massive gust of wind blew around and tore apart the dead bodies. He threw the trident at Yemisia and stuck itself into the middle, chipping away at some ice and lodging itself in there. Meres charged while she had an especially large dead creature pick her up with the trident, but the zombie had only lifted it an inch before dropping the entire thing, the trident digging into the ground like a massive weight.

Zeeth ran in to cut up more of the dead, slicing them like water. But despite all his killing, they were quickly rebuilt around the translucent black blob in the center, which must be the soul the skill was talking about and he wasn't able to use the sword to cut through that. Running through all the dead, that were wielding magic and weapons now, he got to the ice and tried to use his sword to cut through it, trying to plunge it as hard as he could seeing how even the heavy trident wasn't able to cut through it. While Meres lunged at the trident to kick it in further, he plunged the sword straight into the ice, which sliced straight through like it was nothing. Yemisia stared at the large crack the trident made on her ice and the clean-cut Zeeths sword made, terrified. The clean-cut surprised everyone, even Meres.

He knew just how strong his trident was, and the ice was able to withstand this much power from the trident, yet this single sword was able to cut straight through like nothing, completely invalidating his attacks.

Yemisia saw the damage and the ease of his attack and fear of Zeeth and his sword grew. 'This is the Sword of Discord?! What kind of nonsense is this? My ice, my impenetrable shield!'

She broke off the shield, instantly deactivating all her undead, and tried to run away but Meres easily subdued her by trapping her with her neck stuck in between the floor and his trident.

Zeeth stared at the girl, then the trident, and then the black sword in his hands with tons of questions. "Who is that girl? Why is she attacking us? What is that trident and where did it come from? And this sword, just what is it?"

Everyone had come to surround them, all staring at the sword and Yemisia.

"Zeeth," Meres said, "this is the Green Trident. You heard me asking for a casing for it from Dives and it is one of the seven Tinted Weapons. One of the most powerful magical artifacts in the world, and it wasn't able to penetrate the ice as easily as yours did. Yet it slid through like nothing was there."

"What's a colored weapon?"

"Don't tell me Dives didn't tell you."

He shook his head.

"Haah, you were not curious at all after I asked for a five million sty case for it? The seven 'Tinted Weapons' are each powerful enough to take down nations in a single night, they were given classifications outside the usual ranking system and given names. They are the seven colors of the rainbow, the bloody torch, which is an undying torch powered by the sun. without the sun, it's just an indestructible stick, blazing knuckle knives, Golden bell, Green Trident, Blue Daggers, Indigo Cannon, and Violet Halberd. And all but one, the violet halberd, have owners and they are all kept on the moon for safekeeping. That's where I summoned it from. According to what I know, this sword here is the secret eighth one that no one knows about, the Black Sword. And clearly, one of the strongest."

'My Violet Halberd.' Black whispered.

"Do you know where the Halberd is? Or what this sword does?"

"No, the halberd's been lost for years and I simply knew of the sword's existence. Of how much disaster it causes and the danger it poses."

According to God's eye, [The physical creation of spatial magic. A sword made purely out of concentrated teleportation particles compressed so far nothing escapes it. Anything that comes in contact with the blade will be warped away, allowing the removal of anything.]

'Anything that comes in contact will be teleported away? This means that anything can be cut with this thing, no matter how hard. No wonder it felt like I was cutting air, I was simply removing anything that was unfortunate enough to come into the sword! But to where? No matter can be created or destroyed, this shouldn't be possible, at least not without God.'

"And this girl," Page said, "is Yemisia. A former... colleague."

"Colleague?" she yelled, "you were our leader! Are you trying to hide your past? We helped people back then, what are you doing now?"

"Yemisia, I told you, we didn't help anyone. We were just imposing our own ideals onto them without asking, they only listened because of how terrifying we were."

"Page what are you talking about?" Nadaho asked.

"Years ago, I used to lead a group of warriors set out to fix the world. Fix all the issues and imbalances, things like stealing food from the rich for the poor, or freeing slaves from horrible people."

"Yeah! Helping people!" she yelled.

Page ignored her and continued, "but somewhere along the way, I realized that we were the disease. We used fear and magic on those weaker than us without knowing the full or real story."

"But we helped!"

"You don't know that, Yemisia! Did you know Dives used his diseases to force the people of Grinkhald to say they were happy?"

"He did?" Zeeth and Yemisia asked at the same time.

"Yes. while we were leaving the town, a young girl told me the entire truth. We had killed the monsters but also destroyed their only source of income, the precious minerals mined from the cave and when they wanted us to fix it, Dives wanted to kill them all.

"But Dives has the Peace skill," Zeeth said incredulously.

"A-ha ha! So that's what he tells people now?" Meres laughed, "Peace is simply a side effect of his real skill, a simple subskill. He is a deadly fighter, a disease controller."

"How is peace a product of Disease?"

"What happens when disease strikes, like the great Dragon Plague 25 years ago? Nations stopped fighting, scientists came together all at once to find a cure, pushing medical science forward by 30 years. Of course, once it was all cured, it didn't even take three months to go back, but for a short moment, disease brought about peace, and that must be what Dives thought when the skill formed within him.

By the way, we should get going. Who knows how many more people that massive sword attraction will drag over." Meres packed his things, took a few swords, and prepared to head off, "in search of more old friends."

"Where do you all plan on heading?" Nadaho asked.

"I will go back to get my slimes. Without them, I feel so bare."

"You're coming with us, Nadaho." Page tossed him a sword.

"But first," Zeeth voiced, looking at the black sword and the trash littered around him, "I'm gonna have to stay here for a little more."

"Why? It's dangerous." Nadaho exclaimed.

"Yeah, but it has to be done. This sword simply put in the open is too dangerous, what if I slip and destroy something important, like your legs?"

"How? How would that even happen?"

"I don't know, maybe because this sword that slipped through hard ice doesn't have any kind of case or safe way to keep it because it will cut anything apart?"

Nadaho put his head on his hands and nodded, "Yeah, you're right. That's dangerous. But then how do you plan on making a case for a sword that will slice everything?"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed that I've been wielding it, but there is one thing it doesn't seem to cut through."

"The hilt." Page interjected, his eyebrows arched in surprise.

Nadaho gasped, "huh! Yeah, how does that work? What is that hilt made of?"

"I don't need to know, I just need to build a case that doesn't touch the blade and clamps firmly on the hilt. I've already got a few ideas."

Meres has gone off, sending his trident back up into the sky and Yemisia stayed with them, her eyes covered with metal casing Zeeth made quickly and bound her up.

After that, he quickly got to work, having the others gather metal and other items that he could work with from the wrecked land and drawing potential plans onto metal. When he didn't like an idea, the metal was tossed aside in his work area so it could be added to his finished work, literally putting old ideas into his new work.

After going through several ideas and trashing them all, he finally remembered a great idea he had before, one that would fit perfectly for this. He instantly went to work, molding and striking metal with his hands and a makeshift hammer.

29 hours later, in Zeeth's hand, instead of a sleek, black katana, he held a metal sword. Specifically, a massive metal sword at least as thick and long as he was. It was about the height of an average man, even the hilt was covered in metal. The fabric couldn't be seen, it was all just dirty metal, and while it looked old on the outside, it was sturdy and sharp.

"What is that?" Nadaho asked after coming back from a long run around the place looking for anything to scavenge and have not seen his work yet.

"My masterpiece."

"No offense, but that looks worse than the black sword."

"It's not just this, you idiot. This is just the first layer. The thick and simple layer meant to protect the insides." He unhooked something near the thick metal hilt and put mana into a small circle. A click could be heard and the hilt slid out of the metal blade, the inside was a second, much cleaner, and much prettier sword. The inside of the first blade was hollowed out to perfectly fit the second, shiny sword and clamped down on the hilt so it wouldn't move, the insides were covered in as many circles as he could fit without disrupting it.

When he first learned about circles, there was a lot of curiosity around them, what extents they could go to and what he could test, and he had been hoping that a week of practicing would've satiated that thirst for curiosity, but it has only become stronger. The usual conception that only a few circles could be used was destroyed by the table's designs and he realized, it wasn't a limit on the material, the circles simply needed to work together better.

They were like gears in that sense, a single gear might be good to turn a wheel, simple and efficient, but a second one working in unison could do even more but to those who are inexperienced, it could prove difficult and incorrect design could break the gears. Stranger circles or gears do stranger things and also are harder to figure out or put together with other circles. Thus, breaking the material.

However, the table was well oiled and masterfully put together, he only aspired to make things like it. The sword was a test subject, so far the circles inside are a simple layer of circles that allow the sword to be swung easier, using a combination of gravity and weight circles as well as mana channeling ones that work like batteries and power generators.