A Destroyer (I)

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For a moment, Typhir stared at Gram in awe. After all, this was his first time grasping such fine weaponry, especially one that neared the standard of an armament. Even though he merely held the weapon, he could feel the outrageous amount of power coursing through the weapon. 

While it didn't absorb any of his Ira because of its dormant state, Gram caused the Ira inside Typhir's body to seethe more than he thought possible. After experiencing the absurdity of this weapon, Typhir understood why Apollo unleashed such a mind-boggling attack earlier.

However, while the weapon was tempting, Typhir understood something. He turned towards Apollo while lowering Gram's edge toward the ground. "This weapon is sublime, my Lord. But, I'll like to ask that you allow me to abstain from using it for the time being."