The Khopesh in my hands was covered in a sharp gale, the red metal glimmering with a pale green light that reminded me of a rather fun holiday - if it was turned into a nightmarish weapon meant for slaughter, that is.
It's curved, sharp outer edge sliced down through the air and attempted to slice into the neck of the Resource Tortoise, its grey flesh hardening beneath a shell of brown mana, but as soon as the gale I had surrounding the Khopesh collided with it as well, the shell shattered and allowed the blade to sink into the leathery flesh below.
Releasing a gargled cry, the Resource Tortoise's head dropped to the ground with a thud, thick grayish red blood flowing freely from the stump as the entire monster stumbled side to side for a moment before slumping forwards, joining its decapitated head on the ground.
"These are..."
