Chapter 40 : The Bond Between Steel and Soul
"About the weapon... and myself?" Dirga asked, brows furrowed.
Sasa gave a lazy nod, still floating mid-air with one leg crossed over the other, cane sword resting beside him like a bored pet.
"Yes. That thing in your hand — the dice — it’s a weapon, yes, but it’s not your weapon. Not yet."
Dirga looked at the red cube in his hand. The Crimson Core pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat held just beneath the skin.
"There are only two types of weapons that matter," Sasa continued, twirling his cane lazily. "Weapons... and concept weapons."
"Concept weapons?" Dirga echoed.
Sasa spun his cane, and it flickered—then twisted. The elegant sword-shape split and shifted into a glowing golden lever, the form of his slot machine flashing into existence behind him with a mechanical clunk.
"This cane—" he tapped it against the floor, which echoed unnaturally. "—is just a form. My real weapon is Goldy, the slot machine. My concept, bound in form. The cane just grew with it."
Sasa’s gaze narrowed.
"Some concept weapons are born when your soul is strong enough. Others are forged, when your weapon and your concept... assimilate."
Dirga’s breath hitched slightly. The Crimson Core... it wasn’t just powerful. It was calling to him.