"I call it Soul Blade," Jormungandr said proudly, his feline eyes glowing. "Forged from the arm and leg of Barbatos, along with nearly half the resources we gathered during our journey through Hell and the Primordial God's Tomb. It is my greatest creation—one that can enhance your form, even after you fuse with the rest of us."
Jormungandr's tail swayed lazily, though the pride in his tone was unmistakable, as this creation made him one of the Universe's foremost alchemists.
"By channeling your Laws of Space and Law of Death through it," the small yellow cat continued, "you'll be able to let your psychic energy bypass any material defense. Even the slightest cut will reach directly into your enemy's soul—turning a scratch into a dire wound."
Vlad's lips curved into a smile.
"Perfect," he said. "With this, our next journey will have one more layer of security. You've done well, Jormungandr."
