It was not bad indeed.
The silence that followed was satisfying. The kind earned only through motion, not words. His hands remained open for a second longer, letting the faint pulse of residual mana thrum in the chakrams before he flicked them back into their compartments. They vanished with a metallic whisper.
Enough for now.
He hadn't neglected his chakrams—nor the rifle or the bow. Each had their moment. Each served a purpose.
But daggers were where it all began.
His feet shifted into stance. His fingers brushed the hilts with familiarity, the twin blades slipping free once more. Clean. Responsive. Built not for brute power—but for a style that demanded instinct, agility, precision.
Time to sharpen the edge again.
The system responded instantly.
[Weapon Focus: Dual Daggers]
[Engagement Type: Close Quarters Combat]
[Golem Units: Adaptive Difficulty Enabled]
