With half of his body burned to ashes, the other half regenerated itself, having his mind on the final stage of his craft.
His blood worked as a template in front of him; the shape was like a scythe, just like Orcus, his favorite type of weapon. The problem lied in the heat and pressure of the field. His blood vaporized instantly, so he had to put much more blood to keep the shape.
The nova magic still had some parts that went after him, but for the most part they traveled to the shape of the weapon; in just an hour it could be compared to Orcus in terms of power, yet that didn't satisfy Ray.
He continued the process, filling more and more into the weapon of nova magic; he had lost the time count. Having no sense of the outside world didn't help either; all he could do was energy drinks.
After an eternity, the weapon was completely made. In terms of strength, it had the level of an immortal!
"Here comes the hard part!"
