How High Is Your Item Level, Little Brother?

After a moment of consideration, Elune made her final decision. No one dared raise any objections, and this incomparably long journey to find the scythe officially came to an end.

The way she handled it was very much in the Moon Goddess's style: utterly gentle and tranquil.

Elune neither punished the Moon God's Scythe for acting on its own, nor destroyed it, nor forced it to submit once more to some Druid and continue serving as a sentient artifact weapon.

"Since you are unwilling to serve the Druids of mortal races and do not wish to be a mere weapon, then serve me directly. Serve my fellow Titan, Sarodar."

Upon hearing this, Velinde Starsong's lifeless eyes immediately widened, her face filling with wild joy.

The scythe had thought it was doomed. Its final fate would either be destruction or falling under the control of another Druid.

But now, against all expectations, its creator had actually spared it.

This was practically ancestral graves shooting green smoke into the sky!

Hmm... no, the Moon God's Scythe didn't have ancestral graves.

Obeying its creator was naturally no problem at all. After all, it had originally been a creation and tool of the Titans.

As a weapon personally forged by the Titans, the scythe possessed a pride that mortals could not understand. Put bluntly, it had quite a rotten temper and was ridiculously tsundere.

As for Sarodar, its creator's fellow Titan... that would depend on the circumstances. If he was not as great as its creator—

"Hmm... so this is the Moon God's Scythe? It's nothing special. How high is your item level, little brother? Such a weak weapon, even if you developed self-awareness, who gave you the nerve to resist my encirclement army? Don't you know the authorities are very angry with you?"