A Request

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Whoosh!

As the abnormal blade collided with Ererbane's blades of darkness, they shattered like fragile glass. While they weren't weak in the slightest, Fuhrer had manipulated the composition of this specific blade. 

Not only did he allow the blade to retain its powerful properties, but he also added his own, creating a monstrosity of an attack. Despite Erebane's attempts to block or deflect it, the blade continued to burrow through the conjured defenses.

"Damn, damn! Just what did you do to this thing?!" Erebane shrieked with widened eyes. No matter how he tried to dissect the blade to perceive the changes, it was futile. It was an energy belonging to the Demons, something he possessed no knowledge about.

If he wished to glean some from Destrys's source, then that would take too long. And, judging by Fuhrer's current actions, it was clear he wouldn't allow him the opportunity to do so. As a result, Erebane was left to one option.