The bow in Jack's hands dissolved, lightning and dark mana dissipating as he dismissed the weapon.
The tiny portal near his hand closed with a sound like tearing fabric.
His right hand extended, and power flowed from his system storage.
Oscar materialized in his grip. The spear he'd claimed from the Pho's armory.
The weapon was unique, its tip forged with four blades arranged in a cross pattern. Each blade curved outward before pointing back inward, creating a design meant to gouge and tear flesh.
The spear's shaft was black as midnight. The cross-blades gleamed with edges sharp enough to split hair. This weapon was engineered to inflict severe trauma with each impact, designed not for immediate incapacitation but for causing agonizing and traumatic injuries.
Jack shifted his stance, his movements flowing as he assumed his battle stance.
