Chapitre 503: 502: Destroyer

"Time to meet my Genesis Armament."

The moment Pamela said these words, the weapon was fully formed in her hand.

And shockingly, it was a spear.

It was not a magic staff, or anything mages like her would ever use, but a spear.

The spear in Pamela's hand was a weapon unlike any the world, or even the shattered dimension, had ever seen.

Its blade glowed with an unnatural light, translucent and radiant, as though forged from the essence of a star. The edges shimmered in a kaleidoscope of hues, shifting seamlessly between radiant gold, electric violet, and icy blue. Its surface rippled faintly as if it were breathing.

Runes etched into the blade spiralled downward in intricate patterns, their glowing forms along with the slight movement of the runes made it seem like they were alive.