"Ooh~! That's an interesting weapon you have there, Miss Kat~! It's a older design of a blade from the desert, right? From the Sultanate? I believe it was two, three centuries ago that the Sultanate's warriors wielded that blade over the scimitars of today, to help accentuate their brutality and strength, correct? Interesting, interesting..."
Belian's voice came out from behind, the Demon standing somewhere nearby and watching all of us fight against the vast horde of Undead monsters that were pouring out of the nearby caverns and coming to attack us.
My Khopesh sang a sharp song as I chopped and cleaved through the various decaying monsters around me with wanton strength, the blade coated in ice and spreading a frost over the already diminishing monsters that further robbed them of their abilities, allowing me to leave them to die on the ground as I danced forwards and set a rhythm, ensuring that my blade rose and fell on a timer to keep the experience flowing in.
