Is that a Wisp?

Once they had something to eat, Krune meditated, sensing the food in his stomach get digested and converted into energy to supply his Ocean Heart. Once he recovered enough energy, Krune finished completely healing himself, noticing that Hazak had also done the same.

Its training room had enough miasma to heal even the gravest of injuries it faced. So, it didn't need to depend on Krune to heal itself. Surprisingly, it was the type that didn't wish to burden Krune for such a small matter.

Once he was done with his work, Krune left Hazak to its devices as he entered a certain room situated at the bottom of the mansion, noticing Wrister immersed in his work. He was forging a Demon Arms, an axe that used Hazak's leg bones as the primary material.

It was tremendously sturdy, imbued with a suffocating presence. Despite his body trembling from the presence every time he hit the Demon Arms, Wrister still worked on it zealously. Upon seeing that, Krune smiled, picking up a hammer as he helped out in the process.

Over the years, Wrister had taught Krune about the ins and outs of forging a Demon Arms.

A Demon Arms was a weapon created using the body of a demon. Usually, depending on the type of weapon, the body part of the demon that was used varied. For a sword, it was usually the arm bone. For a spear, it used the bones from both arms.

And at times, the demon's horns were used as the spearhead. Similarly, for a shield, a demon skull was used. The bones were just the framework of a Demon Arms. Its true strength lay in the forging technique.

The technique ensured the demon's bone marrow flowed within the item, circulating through it as if it was alive. A network of nerves was also installed within. And finally, some parts of the demon's brain were fused into its heart, creating a malleable structure that was turned into the weapon's hilt or a shield's handle.

It was an impressive method. After all, when they were fighting, a human would clinch the hilt tightly, piercing their palms with the needles poking out of it. This way, the hilt would drink their blood, coursing their energy-rich blood throughout itself.

This would cause a sort of energy to build up within the item that, in turn, would be supplied to the user. It would create a synergic effect that would slightly improve the strength and speed of the user, also increasing the weight of the item at times when necessary.

The higher the tier of the item, the greater the amplification. And to achieve this, an item should only be comprised of materials from a single demon. Otherwise, it wouldn't function as well.

At present, Krune and Wrister created some Demon Arms for their use while using the body parts of Hazak. Of course, that included his heart. After all, while placing Hazak in the miasma-filled room, even after its heart was ripped off, it wouldn't die.

On top of that, before it lost its life, the miasma would surge into its body and regenerate its heart within a couple of minutes. During that time, Krune would also supply it with his healing energy after activating Ocean Turbulence.

Thanks to that, Hazak didn't lose its life. Using this manner, they obtained enough materials to create three Tier 5 Demon Arms. Though that had all the materials needed to do so, creating a Demon Arms was easier said than done.

It needed numerous steps to be followed religiously to ensure the quality of the end product didn't diminish. Once he had been taught of it, Krune decided to create his Demon Arms himself. Naturally, as the next head of the Ralk family, Flita also decided to do the same.

So, each of them planned to create their respective Demon Arms. As for Hazak, it helped them at times by supplying its blood to the three creations, causing them to absorb the blood and turn even stronger.

Even though it was a good outcome, it raised the difficulty of the forging process. After all, all three of them were at the peak of Tier 4 now. Plus, they were processing the materials of Hazak, one that had surpassed Tier 5 in power.

Even though its weight class hadn't reached the peak of Tier 5 yet, as it gained weight daily, it supplied its blood to the three items. This way, it was giving the increased essence, causing the three items to become denser with the passing of each day.

After hammering at the item before him for a while, Krune paused, sighing, "At this pace, it would take another couple of years to finish making this Demon Arms."

He then looked at Wrister and Flita and asked, "Why don't we kill a Red Demon first?"

"But…" Wrister said with hesitation. "How are we supposed to kill a Red Demon? Usually, a squadron of Tier 4 Warriors fight to the death and barely manage to kill a Red Demon. Even then, seven times out of ten, we fail to kill a Red Demon."

"And Sir Pestlor." Wrister sighed. "Since you cannot use your actual powers on the battlefield in fear of your identity being leaked, you will only have the regular strength of a Tier 4 human. With that, we won't be able to kill a Red Demon."

"I thought of something for that." Krune smiled, condensing a tiny Cloud Whale beside him. "We're just bait for the Red Demon. I'll slam it with an air needle first. No one would be able to sense this attack. All they would feel was a sudden gust of wind. After that, using my abilities, we'll target the weakest Red Demon on the battlefield. If I judge killing it isn't possible, we'll retreat."

"As for the position on the battlefield, pick out one where we won't have to worry about the eyes of any Tier 5 warriors on us," Krune explained.

"Please give me three days. I'll make all the necessary preparations," Wrister said and hurried off.

Krune then noticed that Flita was shivering a little as she gazed at the wall before her in a daze. Curious about her actions, he asked her, "Is something wrong?"

"It just feels surreal that I'll be facing a Red Demon now. I hadn't even thought of reaching this point four years ago." Flita sighed, bowing to Krune as she thanked him. "This is all thanks to you, Sir Pestlor. You have helped our family tremendously."