Chapter 443: Golden Mane
More importantly, the katana was actively evolving toward legendary status through combat, its pseudo-legendary rank representing a transitional state rather than a permanent limitation. Each demon eliminated brought it closer to full restoration, while the Frost Sword would forever remain exactly what it was now.
Arthur hefted the Frost Sword, testing its balance and weight distribution. The weapon felt good in his hands—well-crafted, properly weighted, designed for efficient combat application. Its frost element would provide advantages in specific situations, particularly against fire-based opponents or enemies vulnerable to cold damage.
But it wouldn’t replace his primary weapon.
Instead, Arthur saw the sword’s true value lying elsewhere. Among his guild members, this weapon would represent a massive upgrade that could transform someone’s combat effectiveness. For newly awakened individuals or those still working with rare-rank equipment, the Frost Sword would be a game-changing acquisition.
Gates came to mind immediately. Whilst the man had a powerful, very-rare sword that Arthur had given him, he might appreciate having access to such a weapon. The frost element would complement his swordsmanship and improve his combat power by a notch.
Alternatively, one of Gates’s other subordinates might benefit enormously from wielding such a weapon. Their current equipment, while adequate for their roles, paled in comparison to epic-rank gear.
Arthur secured the Frost Sword in his dimensional storage, adding it to his growing collection of valuable items that could be distributed strategically to strengthen his organisation. Every piece of equipment represented potential power that could be leveraged to create loyalty, enhance capabilities, or forge new alliances.
"Not bad for a practice fight," he murmured, glancing at where the Golden Beetle had fallen before being absorbed into his summoning space. The creature itself was now worth far more than any weapon it might have dropped—a superior-rank ally with news about this place and a powerful defensive capability that could serve his purposes for days to come.
Besides, he would soon be able to evolve the beetle after fulfilling some of the requirements. But for now, evolving his summons was put on hold. He had pressing matters that needed to be finished first.
Arthur turned his attention back toward the deeper forest, where the Grieving Hollow awaited.
The brief encounter had served to be beneficial on multiple fronts: testing his physical capabilities, acquiring a new summon, and collecting valuable equipment. Most importantly, it had confirmed that his current strength was sufficient to handle superior-rank threats without relying on his talents.
Arthur turned towards the golden beetle and said, "I want you to tell me, do you know where I can find a herb that’s hot in nature but grows in normal conditions, its petals as red as blood, and fire crackles in its core? It should be in the surrounding area."
The golden beetle tilted its massive head as it processed its master’s request, its compound eyes reflecting the forest’s bioluminescent glow while its mind searched through decades of its knowledge of the surrounding terrain. After a few seconds of contemplation, it shook its head with obvious regret at the inability to serve its master’s first request.