~FSHUUUU~
The glow of the Soul Crystals in Lucius' quarters dimmed as he placed the final cursed weapon into his [Dead Safe].
It was an exhausting endeavor, taking days of relentless effort, but Lucius prided himself on precision and perfection. With over five thousand Cursed Weapons now in his possession, each brimming with tailored Curses, his army would be well-equipped to crush any opposition.
"I thought it would go on forever…" He muttered to himself. "As expected, it was tiring."
Most of these weapons bore simple Curses—pain magnification, speed reduction, or stamina drain—designed to weaken enemies en masse. The special weapons were few but deadly, imbued with devastating effects meant for his commanders.
'I need to advance even more Undead, so power can be properly distributed within the army. I still have a lot of spare power, so it shouldn't be a problem.'
