Marcus moved through the dense foliage of Silvermist Valley, his blade cutting through low-hanging branches that blocked his path. Each swing brought a twinge of guilt - this wasn't what his faithful weapon was meant for. "I'm sorry," he silently communicated to his sword, watching as another branch fell away. "When I reach B-rank, I'll find you an upgrade stone. You deserve better than being used as a glorified gardening tool."
Sword: (;一_一)
His thoughts drifted to yesterday's confrontation with Sebastian, specifically to that moment of breakthrough. The memory was still fresh - that divine voice echoing in his consciousness, one he recognized instantly as the Will of the World, or as some called it, the Way of Heaven. This cosmic force served as the world's natural balancing system, typically manifesting only to acknowledge truly significant achievements, much like when he'd advanced his talent in his previous life.[1]
