Claude drifted through the white expanse of the sky, his dark robes flowing with the gentle currents. Beside him, Morion hovered with a bright grin, her excitement palpable.
"Father, I've already gathered strong cacodemons and beasts from Malgrave Mountain!" she declared eagerly.
"Do you want me to kill them all?" Her crimson eyes gleamed as if she found an interesting toy.
Claude narrowed at the distant mass of monsters below. "No need, Morion. I need to fill my mana pool as quickly as possible so I can evolve." His voice was calm, but his aura pulsed with hunger.
Murmuring under his breath, he activated his magic. "Abyssal Creation—Erebus Sword."
Darkness coalesced in his hand, forming into a long, menacing sword wreathed in shadows.
Without hesitation, he dropped from the sky, plummeting toward the monstrous horde waiting below.
The battlefield was chaos. Creatures of all shapes and sizes snarled and shrieked, their grotesque forms shifting under the dim sunlight.
