Chapter 62: The Business Of Battle

“Ourovas doesn’t forget who’s been sacrificed. Every blade has a name. Every ruin, a purpose.”

The serpent’s head angled toward Ketto with the sound of scraping steel.

Ketto’s brow twitched. “…That’s Ourovas? I remember your Sword Magic from a few years back. It was just a floating rack of weapons spinning around you like an auction house display.”

He took a half-step back and scanned the monstrous serpent construct.

“Guess I didn’t get the premium viewing.”

Kodrine didn’t even blink. He spoke in a bored tone.

“Because you weren’t worth the full demonstration.”

He rested one hand on the serpent’s spine. It rumbled in answer.

“If I showed the real function back then…”

A faint smirk.

“…I’d be bankrupt by now.”

A broken spear, jagged and dull at the tip clicked forward from Ourovas’s body.

Kodrine caught it lazily, then tapped the base with two fingers.

FWWMP.

The spear flared green.