Chapter 450: Searching for the herb in the Golden Mane territory
First, a very rare dual-blade, gleaming with a pale silver edge and subtle enchantments that pulsed faintly. The weapon was perfectly forged for dual-wielding combat, its balance optimised to pair flawlessly with the Blade Whirl ability he had just transferred to the shadow. It was a weapon built for motion, designed to dance through combat with a lethal rhythm.
But Arthur wasn’t done.
Though the dual-blade was the primary weapon, he also equipped the shadow with a frost-forged sword, another high-tier weapon with a chilling aura and passive stat enhancements. Arthur had his reasons. He believed in tactical flexibility. If an opponent countered the dual-blade or the situation demanded elemental effects, the frost sword could change the tide.
As each piece of gear fused with the shadow’s form, Arthur observed a transformation. What had once been a mere projection of his will was becoming something more, a silent, lethal warrior armed for precision execution. The shadow now radiated intent, no longer just a summoned tool but a combatant in its own right.
The shadow was now his second blade in the dark.
Loyal, deadly and certainly ready to face superior-ranked beasts.
The Golden Beetle observed this transformation with obvious fascination, its eyes reflecting the meticulous process of creating what amounted to a second Arthur optimised for a different role.
"Master," the beetle’s mental voice carried respect.
"Your shadow ally appears to possess combat capabilities that rival many superior-rank creatures.
The standard Golden Manes will not be prepared for this level of threat. Your shadow, hidden and swift, will tear through their ranks before they realise the danger. They will falter when faced with something they cannot see, cannot predict, and cannot defend against."