The red light surrounding Nova's hand began to settle, but the sensation inside his body did not disappear. His ruby-red eyes remained fixed on the monsters ahead as the dark pillar within his Circle of Pillars pulsed once more. Something responded to his will, and he felt it gathering in his empty hands.
A moment later, two daggers materialized between his fingers.
Their blades were dark, almost black, with a red glow moving along their edges. An unstable aura surrounded them, as though the weapons had been formed from the same strange energy that had just torn through the first wave of monsters. Nova tightened his grip, testing their weight. They felt real. The unfamiliar power that held them together also seemed to be connected to him.
He barely had time to examine them before an E-rank goblin charged out of the smoke and dust. The creature raised a battered wooden club above its head, screeching as it rushed toward him.
