Anzo took a confident step forward, his massive greatsword hovering behind him, seemingly weightless as it began to rotate rapidly in midair, the force of its motion stirring the toxic air around them. His red mana surged, wrapping the blade in a crimson aura and causing it to hum loudly.
'Wait… he isn't going to wield it with his hand? Then what's up with all that muscle?' Alister thought, slightly perplexed by the bizarre way Anzo decided to use that dragon arm.
[A/N: Some dragons are born with weapons or obtain weapons from parts of their bodies as they age. These weapons are called Dragon Arms. For the dragon god, it was Restria.]
"Time to make you regret waking up," Anzo yelled, his smirk widening.
With a swift motion of his hand, he hurled the spinning greatsword toward the Hydra. The massive weapon tore through the air, its speed creating a crimson streak.
SHINK!
