The stage was set for a climactic clash. Number 10 had shown his hand, and now it was time to see if even his vaunted nine swords could make a difference against their formidable opponent.
She couldn't fall behind either, No Name thought.
''I can't just stand by either.''
No Name also drew out her mana. She used the realm that she had learned from her master, the All Weapons Beloved.
It was a realm where the potential of weapons was drawn out, and it was applied to their demonic armor.
The chaos armor began to pulsate like a living creature. Spikes sprouted all over, and it emitted immense dark mana.
"Impressive," Number 10 briefly admired the sight.
The All Weapons Beloved realm itself was not extraordinary, but its effects when combined with demonic weapons and armor were terrifying.
Confidence surged back into their hearts.
Suddenly, Noire asked, "What is it called?"
