Basil watched calmly as Zepar's body disintegrated. He couldn't help but recall when he fought Zepar in his past life. At that time, he was already on the brink of Carving his Ninth Circle, but he still struggled to kill Zepar. Compared to now, although he was still a Seventh-Circled Mage, he defeated Zepar easily. It was even too quick to be even exhilarating.
"Well, it doesn't matter."
As he extended his hand, the blue claymore that had accompanied his latter life in his last life came flying at him. Vagus settled comfortably in his hand. It was no better than a fancy metal scrap, but Basil still liked the sword. Although it was in his other life, Vagus played a significant role in his glory.
