As if in response to Carmilla's claim of his Arsenal Assimilation, he began to reach into the void of his dimensional stomach to garner his weapons.
One by one as they came from his glowing mouth of golden-colored energy, he drew forth his weapons, each one radiating a unique aura that danced in the dim light of their surroundings.
First, came Magma, the fiery lance that crackled with the sizzling heat, its surface shimmering with hot molten lava comparable to that of the sun's surface.
It was a weapon that was very effective against vampires.
"With it, I can unleash lava at extreme temperatures, turning the battlefield into a hellscape... it's quite useful for killing vampires, so I have high hopes for it, in this exam."
Merciless said as he voiced his thoughts on the matter of Magma's usefulness.
