Long, long ago—in terms of the time since the Undead Bone Emperor was born—it had already sensed a bottleneck.
Especially after using an Experience Stone, this bottleneck had left it increasingly confused.
It had also asked the omnipotent Lord, who had said that above skills lay Intent. However, the path of Intent could only be understood, not explained. Even when it came to the same "Sword Intent," the difference between two people's versions could be immense.
Some people's Sword Intent could make their own strength sharper, allowing them to tear through enemy armor with ease.
Some people's Sword Intent pressed forward fearlessly, never retreating. When they advanced with courage and determination, they could erupt with strength far beyond the ordinary.
It all depended on the individual.
Deathbone had yet to understand what its own Intent was. Besides, it was busy with daily affairs. Compared with spying on enemy movements, conquering the Monster Tribe, researching cultivation techniques, improving the Undead Bone Giant Beast, and developing more reliable combat methods, studying Intent ranked lower on its list.
It temporarily set the matter aside.
But now, after stepping into the Hero Arena, Deathbone brought the matter up again.
"What is Intent?"
On the grassland, a group of giant wolves had been trapped by bones thrusting up around their bodies. In the middle of the pack, Deathbone sat on the ground, pondering.
It seemed to understand.
There were no energy fluctuations, but a faint, indescribable charm began spreading from Deathbone's body, growing denser and denser.
Intent was about to emerge.
"No, I still don't understand."
Deathbone rose and cut away the Sword Intent that was about to sprout.
That was not the Intent it wanted.
Intent should not be such an inconvenient thing.
Pfft—
As it stood, the bones around it began shrinking like