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"To think I was able to forge a Mythological Weapon…" Blake said, admiring the spear he had created in the spur of the moment. "Is your existence only temporary?"
"No, you can call my form at any time," she said. "A Mythological Rune has been engraved into your very soul, my new master. I heard your call, and I came as quickly as I could. Not in a trillion years I've sensed such a worthy soul as yours. Please, wield me as you see fit."
"That's right…" Blake realized a glowing rune in his soul shaped as a sharp crimson and black spear, with a ferocious roaring beast behind its shape and form. "Thank you. Perhaps this is what I needed to slay Lucifer once and for all, one of the objectives I failed to do back in my previous life… To think I was able to do it now from all times ridiculous."
