I was genuinely surprised that a nobody Legion from ten years ago still remembered me as the one who wrecked the Carpal Cluster back then.
Heh, now that it had come to a physical confrontation, I might as well respond to the hostility in kind.
Drawing from the spatial storage connected to my soul, was a valiant scythe of white that constantly emits a hazy smoke.
This scythe was by no means the most powerful weapon of mine, but it was the weapon I used often before getting myself kicked into the Undeal Realm.
With this, I declared that the White Haze who wrecked the lowly Carpal Cluster has returned.
"Tch, that damned scythe again!"
I spun the scythe once in a lazy arc, the weighted haft dazzling against my palm, then settled into a laidback fighting stance, hips cocked, as the resting easy across my shoulders like I was just stretching after a long nap.
