His voice rang out—
drawing confused looks from the spectators.
Then ... shock.
Weapons began to emerge from nothingness.
Swords. Axes. Spears. Scythes. Daggers.
Dozens ...
no, hundreds ...
spilling into existence and crashing around him.
Some embedded themselves into the arena floor,
their blades biting deep into stone.
Others clattered like scrap metal across the ground.
In less than a second,
Ethan had summoned over a hundred weapons—
creating a surreal, almost impossible scene.
Even the mysterious man was taken aback.
From that entire arsenal,
Ethan chose only one.
His weapon of choice—
Executioner Sword.
'I spent a full month hunting in the outskirts.'
'When the souls stopped being worth it… I turned the monsters into weapons instead.'
They were ordinary weapons ...
weak, devoid of any Ashes of War ...
but Ethan had a different use for them.
"The Legendary Weapons Master blessing doesn't let me use weapon abilities without direct contact," he muttered.
