Before the main battle let's go back a bit of a time when Vulcan was about to make Argus's Weapon....
{Flashback: Vulcan's POV}
Vulcan had just finished forging a katana for Astelle and was taking a short break. It had been a busy few days, as he'd already crafted weapons for Kelvin, Rex, and now Astelle. But there was still one more person left: Argus. Vulcan couldn't help but think about what kind of weapon he should create for him.
"A heavy scythe, huh?"(Vulcan)
Vulcan muttered to himself, slightly amused.
"A scythe isn't meant to be a weapon. It's a farmer's tool. And even if it's used in battle, it should be light, fast, and easy to swing. But that brat, he wants something different."
He chuckled as he stood up, his mind focused on finding the right materials. Vulcan began searching through the various metals and components scattered across his smithy, picking out the heaviest materials within F-Rank. He knew the scythe Argus wanted would need strength and weight behind it, something to match the young man's unusual fighting style. Though not all of the materials were heavy, Vulcan selected only the strongest ones, knowing it had to be durable.
As he made his way toward the forge, something hard bumped against his foot. Vulcan frowned. With his sharp senses, nothing should've caught him off guard like that. Curious, he looked down and saw a dark, rhombus-shaped crystal lying on the floor. It looked almost like a dungeon core, but there was something off about it—there was no energy or Mana coming from it.
Vulcan crouched down, picking up the crystal. The moment it was in his hand, he knew. This wasn't just any ordinary material. This was unique, unique enough that people would fight and kill over it if they knew about it being here. Well that is if they have guts facing the owner of the smithy.
A slow grin spread across his face as he studied the crystal.
"So, you want to be the core of this scythe, do you? Ohohoho, interesting. Very interesting."(Vulcan)
Without wasting any more time, Vulcan decided to use the mysterious rhombus crystal as the heart of Argus's weapon. It felt like fate. The crystal was perfect—strong, dark, and unlike anything else. Just like Argus.
After a full day of intense forging, Vulcan finally finished the weapon. Before him stood a scythe unlike any other—a truly imposing and domineering weapon. Its dark, ominous form seemed to exude power, radiating an aura of strength and authority. The strange part was, Vulcan hadn't shaped it. As if the weapon had a will of its own, it had taken on this form without his guidance. All Vulcan had done was hammer and temper the materials, yet the scythe seemed to mold itself with each strike.
Vulcan stepped back, admiring the weapon. He knew why this had happened. It wasn't normal for a weapon to take its own form, but the dark rhombus crystal was no ordinary material. It was alive in a way, filled with an energy that shaped the scythe into what it needed to be.
He continued pounding the metal with his hammer, more out of habit than necessity, before throwing the scythe back into the fire to strengthen it further. Even though it had already taken its shape, Vulcan wanted to make sure it was perfect—just the way Argus wanted it.
"I do not know if he can really tame this weapon, well I do not care. I just need to forged him one like I said after that he will do the rest. Ohohoho!"(Vulcan)
A week past after that and the group of brats has come to get their weapon. Of course Argus also has slightly tame his weapon from what Vulcan can say. Vulcan also notice something different after Argus stored it but he was also not sure as the creator.
'This weapon is... Should I really let that brat wield it?'(Vulcan)
Vulcan was slightly doubtful on his current decision however it did not last long.
"If he do not want it, he won't take it."
Vulcan then forgot the weapon he forged until a while later again when Argus come back here and gave him a big surprise.
{End of Flashback}
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{Argus's POV}
Argus approached the Scythe lying on the ground, its dark, imposing form reflecting the dim light of the chamber. He gripped the handle and attempted to lift it. The Scythe moved, but its considerable weight made Argus strain. He needed both hands to hold it properly.
As he started swinging the Scythe, he could feel a strange, unsettling energy emanating from it. Despite this, he chose to ignore the sensation for the moment. Each swing of the Scythe cut through the air with a powerful whoosh, creating gusts of wind with its sheer mass. The weapon's weight demanded a lot from him, but Argus felt a surge of anticipation.
Argus gripped the Scythe firmly, feeling its weight pull at his strength.
'With my current strength, I can barely wield this, huh. Still, having you around will make my battle easier.'(Argus)
Studying the weapon with satisfaction.
He cast a final, assessing glance over the charging undead, including the menacing butcher. His eyes lingered on the cloak figure, giving it a single glance that made the figure flinch and step back slightly.
He adjusted his grip on the Scythe, feeling the balance of the weapon shift in his hands. The heaviness of the Scythe was a challenge, but he like it this way.
Argus charged forward, the Scythe cut through the air with each swing, creating gusts of wind as it cleaved through the undead. The ground beneath him trembled with each powerful swing.
'You are my practice for my current strongest.'
Eyes locked on the approaching undead. The Scythe's intimidating presence, combined with Argus's calm and stoic posture, made it clear that this battle would be a test for his current strongest.
Argus gripped the Scythe tightly, its weight still a challenge, but he was getting used to it. The butcher undead charged at him, its massive knife swinging menacingly. With a deft move, Argus used the Scythe's curved edge as a hook, catching the butcher's weapon arm and using the momentum to send the creature flying through the air. It crashed heavily into a cluster of other undead, causing a brief moment of chaos among their ranks.
lgnoring the butcher's flailing body, Argus turned his attention back to the remaining undead. He swung the Scythe in wide, sweeping arcs, each movement was devastating. The weight of the Scythe made every swing feel like a hammer smashing through the air, scattering bones and sending the undead reeling.
As he fought, Argus's body was pushing forward through the mass of undead. His eyes occasionally flickering towards the cloak figure, who watched the battle from a distance. The cloak figure seemed increasingly agitated, but Argus remained on clearing a path through the undead.
The Scythe's blade cleaved through the enemies with ruthlessness. Argus pressed forward, his actions was relentless. Despite the onslaught of undead around him, his advance was steady, carving a path through the swarm.
The cloak figure's frustration grew as it witnessed Argus cutting down its army. Argus, meanwhile, continued to charge forward. He used the Scythe's sheer size and weight to his advantage, deflecting arrows from skeletal archers with effortless sweeps. Some arrows even stopped mid-air, disrupted by the fierce wind generated by his weapon's movement.
The butcher undead, having been thrown aside earlier, rejoined the fray with a roar, swinging its massive knife with brutal force. Argus expertly avoided the heavy blows, using his Scythe to parry and deflect the attacks. The Scythe's sheer power allowed him to turn the butcher's strength against it, using the weapon's weight and reach to dismantle the undead's aggressive offense.
Argus still did not find it head on as he has no time to finish it for now. Even if its an undead, a unique monster is a unique monster. Anyway, if he kill it know it would shook its owner and disrupt his plan.
Argus did not like planning but this time was different as he can easily overpower anyone but there is a variable like the gate here which make him slightly wary.
"You useless piece of bones! I lend you that knife and you cannot even properly wield it!"
The cloak figure, consumed by its rage, failed to notice Argus's approach as it focused on barking orders and engaging in the fight. Argus reached the throne. The cloak figure's eyes widened in shock as it realized too late that Argus was upon it.
"No! Do not come here!"
Argus ignored the cloak figure's stunned inquiry and swung his Scythe downward with powerful force.
"I—I'm alive?"
The cloak figure checked himself in disbelief. He was unharmed, and his cloak had been removed, revealing a bald teen beneath.
Suddenly, a cracking sound echoed through the chamber as the throne shattered into pieces. The box made of light disintegrated along with it. From the wreckage, a shadowy figure emerged, moving swiftly beneath Argus's shadow.
Argus continued to focus on the formation, as if nothing had happened.