[You have killed a variant demon : Mountain ogre.]
[You have received a variant essence stone.]
[Your khopeshes have successfuly evolved.]
That was the last thing Rakahn heard before his two faithful blades dispersed into a myriad of mana particles.
His battle was over, and his weapons had evolved. It was incredible. Never had he thought he could feel such triumph while standing atop a pile of demon corpses—no ordinary demons, but variants.
His eyes turned to Kyrian, who was also finishing up. She knelt beside the demons' bodies, expertly opening their chests to retrieve their essence stones.
Rakahn allowed himself a faint smile, satisfied. The battlefield was finally silent, offering a brief respite.
But in the distance, a powerful metallic clash shattered the calm. Instinctively, Rakahn turned toward the sound's origin, ready to summon his khopeshes and head there.
