Asura was captivated by the princess and her unexpected fighting style. He marvelled at how this seemingly delicate elf could unleash such raw power, charging through the battlefield like a boar.
'Shall I test this new body while I am here?'
He grasped the black spear, a fusion of Lumeris and Nova, his dragon spear, and his sword of ice, two remnants of his devil and dragon bloodline.
Their combined visual looked more beautiful than before: a jet-black spear with a beautiful ice-blue blade in the shape of a short sword and a golden dragon etched along the shaft of the spear.
"Gigigi?"
Asura seemed calm and unrushed when surrounded by ten stage six goblin warriors. It seemed the lord and his stronger allies watched Asura from above in their small, makeshift stone mansion.
A nostalgic feeling flowed over Asura as he lowered his hips, pulling back his spear.
'Wonder why I was so annoying about calling this a sword lance before.'
