Nack led Tyberos and the others, now clad in power armor, swiftly over to rows of iron racks holding melee weapons.
The weapon racks were packed with every kind of melee weapon: incomparably sharp Power Swords, imposing Power Axes, heavy and powerful Power Hammers, strangely shaped Power Halberds, and more. The sight was dazzling.
Smiling, Nack raised a hand and pointed out the bewildering array of power weapons one by one. "Gentlemen, every melee weapon here is a powerful power weapon. Feel free to choose whichever suits your preferences."
Nack casually took a Power Halberd from the rack, flicked his wrist, and threw it toward Tyberos.
Tyberos reacted swiftly and caught the incoming Power Halberd securely. A deep hum sounded as he unhesitatingly pressed the disintegration field switch on its shaft.
In an instant, the halberd's tip erupted in a dazzling blue glow—the energy fluctuations emitted by the disintegration field.
Tyberos gripped the Power Halberd in both hands and swung it forcefully through the air. For a moment, the air itself seemed to be torn apart, whistling loudly.
After trying it out for a while, he gently shook his head and returned the Power Halberd to the rack. "This weapon is powerful, but it is not my favorite melee weapon."
Tyberos's gaze fell upon a set of Power Claws fitted with disintegration fields nearby. Without another word, he stepped forward, swiftly grabbed them, and expertly mounted them onto both his arms.
With a soft clink, the Power Claws folded tightly against Tyberos's arms, as though they had become one with him. Even while inactive, they would not hinder or affect Tyberos's daily life in the slightest.
"I still prefer these Power Claws." Tyberos stared excitedly at the coldly gleaming Power Claws on his arms, unable to conceal the fondness and