Chapter 407: The Spear That Hungers
The two weapons met—and everything stopped. The winds that had raged wildly around them vanished, and every unnatural phenomenon stilled.
Click... click...
A faint metallic gnawing echoed from the point of contact, like tiny teeth chewing at steel.
Gorr’s eyes, usually half-lidded in calm indifference, snapped wide open. Now fierce and full of disbelief, he stared at his weapon—the Tiger-Tooth Sawblade.
The clicking continued, relentless and uncanny.
With a sharp grunt, Gorr yanked at his blade, but it wouldn’t budge. Ethan’s spear had latched onto it—fused at the point of impact like a parasite locking onto its host.
From Ethan’s perspective, the Twilight War Spear resembled a stubborn child refusing to release its favorite candy. It clung tightly to Gorr’s weapon, emitting that eerie gnawing sound as it slowly devoured the crimson-hued metal.
Gorr’s expression contorted. His sawblade was fracturing—cracks like spiderwebs creeping along its surface. Even worse, some invisible force was draining the Soul Power he had imbued into it, hollowing it out from within.
"You—how dare you...!" Gorr snarled, half-furious, half-horrified.
This wasn’t just a weapon—it was an extension of his soul, groomed with his own life force. Its loss would cripple him. More than just pain, it would be a personal, spiritual dismemberment.
Boom!
A violent shockwave pulsed outward from Gorr’s body. That oppressive pressure Ethan had once sensed from Celeste erupted again—but stronger. It wasn’t just raw energy. It was a divine force, an innate ability to manipulate air itself.