“Contacts?” Emilia asked, looking at Arthur who was sitting opposite her within the Guild, a certain two tailed cat resting on his shoulders, meowing as it turned invisible.

“Yeah, it’s apparently too unnerving for most to talk to me with my eyes being yellow of all colours.” Arthur replied with a frown as he drank some water, waiting with Emilia for their teammates, checking that yes, he still felt Sidhe around.

It had been a month since Arthur reached level one hundred, and since then his teammates had all reached level one hundred themselves, with the exception of Jotun who were all around level ninety eight.

Much like Arthur, the members of Einherjar who reached level one hundred found their Animae changing, losing all previous abilities, but possessing greater growth potential in exchange.

Matt’s shield grew in size, now it was a tower shield, but it had lost its spikes, the reduced knockback effect when blocking and the increased effectiveness to shield-bash attacks.

What it did have now was an enhanced ‘Bulwark’ effect, now calling magic attacks as well as arrow attacks, making it seem like the abilities the new Animae would get were better versions of the original ones.

Emilia’s two daggers were now two straight edged blades without hand-guards looking like the Japanese ‘tanto’ which had Emilia looking at her blades with a frown realizing they didn’t have the serrated edge effect like they used to have.

They, unlike her original Anima, actually gave her a health steal effect right from the beginning.

John’s Enhancing Arts were now Aura Orb, an item Anima that summoned an orb that floated around John. It’s base ability was that he could use it as a focus for his magic, and if he actually aimed a healing spell at the orb, it would become a weaker heal over an area instead of a strong, focused heal on one person.

Alice and Michael actually had the more interesting changes out of all the Animae, Alice’s a bit more so than Michael’s.

Michael’s Anima was still a bow, yes, but it was slightly larger, with a spike at both ends of the bow allowing Michael to stab anyone getting close to him…

More accurately, the spikes were actually designed to anchor the bow before firing arrows, and doing so would increase their damage apparently.

Ironic that the mobility Michael prided himself on would be considered a hindrance to his max firepower, but he would work with it, as it intrigued Arthur seeing Michael get what was essentially a ‘great-bow’ as his Anima.

Alice, surprisingly, instead of keeping her Skill based Anima, gained a weapon… a great sword with one ability, size change, allowing it to shrink to the size of a bastard sword, or increase size to ‘what the heck is that a slab of metal’ size.

The latter size had Arthur, Michael and Matt staring at the plain, unadorned blade in awe with whispers of ‘guts’ under their breath.

Of course, Emilia, Alice and John all didn’t understand the reference, but that wasn’t their fault, Emilia and John weren’t introduced to it and Alice was only now awakening to the berserk way.

“I actually liked the colour, kept catching my eyes. But enough about that, today we’re in for quite the fight.” Arthur nodded, feeling a slight amount of worry for his team.

In the month since reaching level one hundred, Arthur was proud to say that his team would be the ones to face the tenth Demon Lord, instead of Ichiro who stole the march on the ninth Demon Lord just a day before Valhalla found the stairs.

So, out of nine currently defeated Demon Lords, Einherjar had defeated five of them, one going to the British team, one to the Russians, another to the Japanese now, and another which mysteriously died before a fight could occur…

Though it was an open secret to the American’s at least that it was likely the Adventurer Killer and his group that killed the eighth Demon Lord.

“We’ve missed out on the last two Demon Lords, which was unfortunate, but we’re going to be facing the tenth Demon Lord, we’re maintaining our lead.” Arthur said in a neutral manner, not wanting to voice his worries.

The tenth Area of the Dungeon, ‘The Workshop’ was disturbing to Arthur as it kept bringing back memories of Blade, the first Demon Lord.

The reason for this was because Lanterns were enemies here in the tenth Area, three particular types in addition to a few odd machine type enemies.

Lantern Heroes, which were carbon copies of Blade that wielded straight one hand swords instead of the katana like sword Blade used…

They were weaker than Blade though, objectively speaking.

More durable, definitely, but just looking at their Souls let Arthur know that Blade should have been much stronger and faster, and yet they were moving as fast as Blade had been.

That was making a scary fact known to Arthur… Demon Lords were being limited in power.

Even Gerard, the Wyvern Slayer, should have been stronger than he had been, going around and hunting full grown Wyvern’s like Scar, he shouldn’t have been taken out with two hits, no matter how powerful the first was and how the second one aimed for his only weak spot.

Gerard should have still been able to dodge, do something, instead he had barely moved when Arthur drove his Dagger through the man’s eye socket.

At some point though, Arthur doubted the Demon Lords would be restricted anymore…

“It’s a good thing we found the Demon Lord’s room, you want to add to their lore don’t you?” Emilia asked with a knowing look while Arthur looked away with an awkward frown.

“You’re… not wrong. I’ve just been thinking, Demon Lords are being restricted in power right? I mentioned this when we started fighting Lantern Heroes?” Emilia nodded to Arthur’s questioning, getting the leader of Valhalla to hold his chin in thought.

“I couldn’t find a reason for this, you know, ignoring Chronos wanting us to be strong when we face him of course.” Emilia nodded with a roll of her eyes, since it was well known that Chronos, the Ruler of Hell and the ‘End-boss’ was apparently a fight junkie considering he gave humanity these powers so that he could have a good fight.

“So I thought Chronos might restrict his own Demon Lords, but that doesn’t make a lot of sense… then I remembered the Earth Restriction.” Emilia blinked at that.

“The ‘Earth Restriction’? Are you talking about how using magic on Earth is more tiring than using it in the Dungeon, how we’re actually a bit weaker on Earth than we are in the Dungeon?” Emilia asked, wondering when that effect gained a title.

It probably gained a name just now knowing Arthur.

“Exactly. What if Demon Lords are also affected by it, but it’s worse for Demons than humans? We are from Earth so the restrictions don’t affect us as badly, but the closer they get to Earth, the more restricted they get?” Emilia actually thought about it for a moment.

“That… makes a lot of sense actually. It would explain why successive Demon Lords are stronger than previous ones, if they all hold the title they should all be in the same sphere of strength, it doesn’t make sense to call one a Demon Lord when a basic monster in a different Area is stronger.” Emilia pointed out, getting a smile from Arthur.

He loved theories like this clearly, and Emilia smiled seeing him like this.

Soon after the started talking about this, the other members of Valhalla started to trickle into the Guild one by one, and once they were all there, they left to the Dungeon.

“Okay, you all should know the drill.” Arthur stated a few hours later, standing in front of the stairs to the Demon Lord room.

“Be careful, let you do the talking, blah blah.” Michael said with a joking smirk, getting a few chuckles from the other members of Valhalla…

Jotun were feeling a bit ‘under-levelled’ for the fight though, as their levels were lower than the floor they fought on…

Arthur had explained that there were definitely going to be a thousand floors though, and considering the max level should be four hundred, if Arthur’s guess involving Ranks was correct, they would be ‘under-levelled’ for more than half the Dungeon even if they kept their levels in line with the floor.

This reassurance didn’t stop the younger members of the group from worrying though.

“Okay, okay, yes, that was the idea. This Demon Lord should be the ‘owner’ of the Workshop, the person that created the Lantern Heroes, Dragons and Destroyers along with everything in this Area.” Arthur reminded, getting some shivers in the group as they recalled facing Lantern Dragons and the Lantern Destroyers.

The former, as suggested, had a draconic head, massive arms and claws, wings and a tail that swayed behind it as it stood on two legs.

The Lantern Dragons were terrifying because of their ability to use Blink like Arthur once could, teleporting short distances mid swing.

Every member of Valhalla, including even the elusive John, had gotten ‘bitch-slapped’ by one of these Dragons at least one.

That was surprisingly Emilia’s words. Matt’s were more colourful.

As for Destroyers, they seemed to be inspired by Alice’s new Anima because they all carried around great-swords and had much more spiky, angular ‘armour’ compared to other Lanterns.

Their ‘armour’ was actually their skin after all, making them dangerous to get near to.

“So considering all this, the Demon Lord might be a summoning type, but weak on his own. Then again, I’ve never known a weak Demon Lord.” Arthur admitted with a shrug, gesturing for the group to follow him down the stairs…

Exiting at the top of the stairs, because of more strange space-time nonsense, Valhalla walked forward, into the room, at the end of which stood a man huddled over a work bench, welding something apparently, looking over his shoulder for a moment at the group before setting down a tool and turning fully to look at his ‘guests’.

“Ah. Welcome, contractors, to my humble abode. I am the Clockwork Smith, Demon Lord of this workshop.” The Demon Lord spoke in an oddly polite manner, slowly reaching to his welding helmet, letting Arthur speak.

“I am Arthur Clive, leader of Valhalla, strongest of humanity.” Arthur gave his ‘standard’ greeting to the Demon Lord…

The Demon Lord took the time to remove his helmet, the Clockwork Smith’s face drawing gasps from the group, Arthur’s jaw twitching as he looked upon the guise of their latest opponent.

“Surprised? Lots of accidents happen when you’re experimenting, so I had to fix myself up a few times.” The Clockwork Smith stated, his metallic jaw somehow moving smoothly enough that it could almost appear organic…

The appearance of the lower half of his face was marred by the fact that entire area around his mouth was covered in screws and bolts, and no lips to hide his teeth, some metallic and some still a hold out from before, and one eye was mechanical.

The upper half of his face also revealed that the Clockwork Smith wasn’t human, dark skin, white hair, and long, pointy ears revealed the suspected race of the being…

“You are a Dark Elf?” Arthur asked, interested to meet one but…

“Oh you know my old race? At one point, yes, I was a Dark Elf, but… I don’t see myself as one of them anymore.” The Clockwork Smith stated, reaching up to his apron, removing it, and then working on the buttons of his protective overalls.

“Not anymore? ‘one of them’? So you think yourself as something…different…” Arthur started off strong but paled a bit as the top half of the Clockwork Smith’s overalls were removed, showing that underneath the overall top the Dark Elf wore a tank top, revealing the extremely muscular physique not normally associated with the word ‘Elf’.

That wasn’t the only issue… rather, the main one was that the tank top had holes throughout it, showing where bolts were placed into the Clockwork Smith’s chest.

There were quite a few, and in the very centre of his own chest was a glass-plate reminiscent of the Lanterns, and within, instead of seeing a fire, Valhalla saw a sphere of cogs and gears rotating, expanding and contracting, much like-

“A heart? You…” Arthur pointed out and the Elf smirked, somehow possible even with his mangled mouth, reaching behind him and retrieving his weapon…

A massive monkey wrench. Rather, how did that thing make it across worlds? And tank tops too…

“The Dark Elves were inefficient, always going on about ‘redeeming ourselves’ and ‘protecting nature’… it was stupid.” The Clockwork Smith said, slamming his weapon into the ground, leaving the monkey wrench standing inside the dented ground, letting Valhalla see that the wrench was actually as tall as the Demon Lord himself.

“The ‘normal’ Elves cast us out for being born with darker skin, saying we were cursed by the world for being against nature, we were slaves if we lived with other Elves and doomed if we lived alone, unable to survive the ‘nature’ that the other Elves protected.” The Clockwork Smith said, clipping what looked to be a tool belt around his waist, picking up his weapon once more.

“So I fought back… against Elves, and against nature itself, creating my machines, my Lanterns, to burn both of my enemies to the ground… and do you know what happened?”

Arthur had a bad idea, recalling… that Blade, the ‘strongest Lantern’ loved Willow, a Treant… Blade loved Willow, who was a part of nature.

“You have an idea?” the Clockwork Smith slammed the wrench on the ground, caving in a portion of the metal as he glared at them, his one mechanical eye whirring wildly in his skull.

“They were all against me! The Elves feared my power, nature feared the fire of my machines, and if that wasn’t bad enough… the Dark Elves told me I was wrong, fighting against me. The first and strongest Lantern I ever created sided with nature against me because it somehow ‘found love’.” The sarcasm the Demon Lord spoke with was palpable, even as his anger did not fade from his eyes.

“My own people betrayed me, my own creation betrayed me… so I destroyed everything. Clearly everything was wrong, everything was inefficient… Everything. Had. To. Be. Fixed.” The Clockwork Smith then raised a fist, the entire room shaking as the metal sheets covering the walls, removed themselves, flying towards the Demon Lord.

The now bare walls revealed the internals, gears, nails, screws, all sorts of mechanical materials filled the walls, creating a large groaning noise at once, in time with the very heart of the Clockwork Smith, only a few pieces remaining still.

The metal that flew towards the Demon Lord snapped to his body, fusing, condensing and shifting until it formed a set of armour, the Demon Lord’s mechanical enhancements still showing through the armour while the rest of him was covered with the dirty, rusty metal.

“So… you felt you were wronged, and lashed out against the world, and when the world hit back you ended it?” Arthur summarized with a bland voice, surprising the Valhalla members who stared at his back with wide eyes.

Arthur usually had a tinge of sympathy when speaking with Demon Lords, Arthur enjoyed trying to understand others and learning their stories, usually being accepting…

This was the first time they had heard Arthur being… apathetic to a Demon Lord though.

“Of course I did. I had the power necessary to do so. Are you going to say I was wrong?” the Clockwork Smith, a being that killed his own planet, converting it into the metallic behemoth known only as ‘the Workshop’ asked the contract holder with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe if I was in your situation I would have done the same thing… no, I probably would have.” Arthur admitted with a nod, his voice still remaining in its same neutral tone.

“Then you understand-” the Demon Lord spoke with hope in his voice for only a moment before Arthur cut him off.

“But I also know that that kind of reaction is the wrong one. Even if I would do the same thing, I can at least acknowledge that it would morally be wrong.” Arthur said, looking at the Demon Lord with disgust…

Looking at someone so similar… of course Arthur disliked this Demon Lord.

He hated himself on good days, so anyone like him deserved his hate too.

“…I thought you’d understand, but I guess not.” The Clockwork Smith placed his other hand onto his wrench, widening his stance and holding the massive weapon out behind him.

“Oh I fully understand. I just acknowledge that between you and me… we’re both wrong.” Arthur said with his cutlass in hand and Solaris in the other, leaning forward…

And then the fight started, with a burst of movement from every combatant but Arthur as the Clockwork Smith lunged forward, massive wrench being swung down at where Arthur was, intending on killing Arthur in one blow.

In all honesty, it might work if the Demon Lord hit Arthur’s head, but Arthur wasn’t exactly going to sit still, dashing to the side as Alice appeared where he was just a moment ago, swinging her great sword to meet the Demon Lord’s blow with her own…

It didn’t work out, Alice’s Berserk Blade sinking into the metallic floor with the wrench on top of it, the Clockwork smith taking his hands off of his weapon and hitting Alice in the face with a massive right hook sending the berserker flying while her sword remained behind.

“Alice!” Michael shouted in worry while firing arrows at the Clockwork Smith, each arrow being made of Fire.

The tenth Demon Lord simply looked at the arrows, the flames bursting against his chest as he looked down, looking back up to Michael.

“Try again.” The Clockwork Smith tore his wrench from the ground, Alice’s blade disintegrating as he did so, meaning Alice was either unconscious or had re-summoned her weapon…

One was a worse option than the other.

“How about I give it a shot!” Brandon shouted, his gauntlet-clad fists covered in Fire as he punched the Demon Lord in the chest, surprising the Demon Lord when he stumbled back slightly, the Jotun-fighter stepping forward and launching more attacks to capitalize on the surprise the Demon Lord felt.

“Shockwaves bypassing my defences… correct, I am still partially flesh, so these attacks actually hurt me a bit…” Brandon launched a right hook at the Demon Lord’s face, the Clockwork Smith smirking as he tilted his head, and actually gave the fist a head-butt, the impact actually sending Brandon’s stumbling back and making the teen cringe as his wrist throbbed.

“But I am stronger.” The Demon Lord stated simply, swinging his wrench at Brandon, intending on taking out the jock in one hit only to be met with the unstoppable wall that was Matt.

“And I’m tougher!” Matt roared in challenge, a smirk on his face while the Demon Lord widened his eyes, about to attack again only to have to jump back when Drew thrust his sword at the space where the Demon Lord’s skull was just a moment ago.

“So it seems. This restriction is annoying.” The Demon Lord spoke out, drawing Arthur’s attention even as he prepped his basic Spark Step.

What were the odds that Emilia and Arthur would talk about the Demon Lords being under restrictions, and then in the same day fight a Demon Lord complaining about them?

As a certain Cardinal ‘Hokage’ would say- one in a million for normal people, a certainty for protagonists.

“I’ve been wondering about that actually.” Arthur said simply as he landed in front of the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord actually letting go of his wrench as he reached into his tool belt removing…

Two screwdrivers… this Demon Lord despite his strength, seemed to only fight with tools.

The screwdrivers actually met Arthur’s weapons head on, neither breaking under the force as the Clockwork Smith pushed Arthur back with his superior strength.

“Demon Lords should be the ninety nine strongest beings in Hell, the basic Demons in this Area shouldn’t be stronger than the Demon Lord of the first or second Area, yet they appear so.” Arthur pointed out, lightning still sparking off of him and unnerving the Demon Lord…

Pocketing the screwdrivers and picking up his wrench again, the Clockwork Smith spoke, even as he ran to the open machinery around them, arrows still being sent flying at him, the Light arrows being practically ignored and the metallic ones being dodged after watching them crash into metal and get jammed inside.

“The restrictions we Demon Lords face is simple… we are allowed to use a percentage of our power based on which Demon Lord we are.” The Clockwork Smith smirked, stopping.

“So you are the tenth Demon Lord… so you have ten per cent of your strength.” Arthur pointed out as the Clockwork Smith chuckled, lifting his wrench, and slamming it onto a giant nut.

“That’s about right, and the same holds true for every Demon Lord. The Demon Lord you face after me can use eleven, and the one after twelve…” The Clockwork Smith hadn’t actually stopped speaking, his mouth moving but no sound coming out as his eyes widened, raising a hand to his throat and clenching his fists.

“I guess I can’t speak out the secrets of Chronos… he can’t even appreciate my skills…” the Demon Lord ducked another arrow from Emma, and jumped back as a geyser of water burst from under his feet thanks to Miles, before dashing forward and punching the handle of his wrench, tightening the gigantic nut…

Then the whole room began to shake again, the ceiling opening and in dropped five Lantern Heroes, raising their blades and charging at the Valhalla members.

“Fucking Summoners!” Matt cursed very loudly as the shaking stopped, running to intercept the enemies along with every member of Jotun bar Carlos, Carlos running towards the Demon Lord along with Arthur and Emilia… and Alice, who John apparently healed.

“Hey, I detest that. I built them all myself, I didn’t ‘summon’ them.” The Clockwork Smith said, narrowing his eyes at Alice before focusing with his mechanical eye.

Clearly, something odd was going on if this girl was healed after he gave her a definitive concussion, possibly broke her nose and or cheek bones, and maybe even a cracked skull.

The Demon Lord had noticed a healer going against his creations currently, but there had to be another healer he was unaware of… there, he noticed an odd ‘shimmer’ in the air.

The Clockwork Smith didn’t have much chance to focus on it and then attack, forced to block a swing from that giant sword, Alice’s attack bouncing off of the Demon Lord’s wrench, the Demon Lord letting go of the wrench and pulling out a large pair of pliers, knocking away one of Emilia’s blades and pinching the other one, twisting.

Emilia’s shoulder rolled with the twist, making Emilia flip forward, only to widen her eyes as the Demon Lord kicked at her midst flip.

She barely had a chance to summon some water to cushion the blow before she was kicked flying, and the Clockwork Smith grabbed his wrench, but instead of pulling it out, he used the weapon as a handhold to lift himself and kick Alice, hitting the side of her sword and sending Alice flying just like Emilia was, leaving just Arthur and the Demon Lord against each other.

“I really don’t want to fight you anymore.” Arthur’s face, neutral throughout most of the fight but for the worry he felt for Emilia as she got kicked away, morphed into a small smirk, even as his eyes flashed purple through the contact lenses he wore.

“I suppose it has to do with you wearing all that, lovely, shiny, conductive, metal.” Arthur responded to the Clockwork Smith with a smirk, slashing out with his sword, getting a line of Electricity sent at the Demon Lord, who raised his leg.

“That’s a good reason… but more than that, it’s the way you feel… you feel just like-” Arthur rushed, watching the boots the Demon Lord wore actually nullify the electricity… rubber sole boots, of course it wasn’t that easy.

“Chronos right? You aren’t the first Demon Lord to tell me that.” Arthur pointed out, ducking under the wrench the Demon Lord swung, and stabbing at the glass housing the Clockwork Smith’s heart watching as his attack barely nicked the glass.

“That predatory gaze, the hunger present in your blade, it’s eerily similar. Your personalities are vastly different however.” The Demon Lord said noticing his Lantern Heroes were dying prompting him to jump away from Arthur’s follow up strike, pulling out a screw driver and using it on a screw sticking out from some of the machinery, tightening it…

Another shake of the room, and a Lantern Dragon and Destroyer appeared from a door near the stairs into the room, the two Lanterns roaring as the door vanished behind them.

“Oh, how so?” Arthur said, thinking about how to end the fight, and quickly at that.

“You seem pragmatic, but optimistic, given your talk of understanding my reasoning but recognizing it as wrong.” The Clockwork Smith stated, pulling out an L-shaped lug wrench, tossing it like a boomerang of all things at a shimmer in the air.

John popped out of Sneak, surprised at being detected while using that Skill as he got hit in the chest, his entire body bouncing back from the force of the throw while Sidhe landed next to the downed John.

Arthur… honestly forgot his Familiar was there for a while, watching the cat hiss as it ran to Arthur, the Demon Lord ignoring the cat to instead focus on Arthur.

“Chronos, on the other hand, never understood my reasoning. He couldn’t understand why I would hate those who betrayed me, why I would hate those who enslaved and killed my people.” The Clockwork Smith said, looking as his Lanterns were fought, and being defeated, then looking back to Arthur, whose cat was now at his side.

“Chronos… is above hate. Above love. Above the concepts of good and evil… because none of that matters before his hunger.” The tenth Demon Lord raised his hand, catching the returning lug wrench, placing it on his tool belt before raising his wrench.

“I see… so he’s basically a force of nature huh? It’ll be an interesting fight once I’m strong enough.” Arthur smirked, raising his hand as he placed Solaris within his inventory, snapping his fingers.

Sidhe’s wide eyes narrowed, drawing into a thin, animalistic line as she growled fur bristling as her size changed, now being the size of a lion, black sparks bursting off of Sidhe while Arthur’s own Spark Step swapped over to the Greater variation.

“But before that, my Raiju and I have an issue with you.” The Clockwork Smith felt fear as he looked at the lightning sparking from them, knowing that Lightning was an Element that was particularly bad for him to face.

“Hey, if you’re so strong, why do you need all these toys to fight? Maybe you would have been more of a challenge to fight if you focused on yourself instead of these things.”

The tenth Demon Lord remembered the words of his killer with hatred, the cocky stare while that being held an orb of Lightning above its hand…

Lightning was merely one of Chronos’ many powers thanks to his ability to devour, but the Clockwork Smith remembered dying to that attack…

And now, seeing this, the Smith rushed forward, roaring, not wanting to die, or at least hoping to hurt these two.

Arthur and Sidhe didn’t let him take the chance, Sidhe jumping back with its two tails raising above its head, lightning arcing between them before a blast of Lightning was let loose at the Demon Lord.

The Clockwork Smith threw his wrench at the attack, knowing it was metallic and could work as an excellent lightning rod, the attack was truly redirected, letting the Clockwork Smith focus on Arthur, only to find the Adventurer leader missing…

“Surprise.” Arthur said from behind the Clockwork Smith, using the speed he possessed to grab the Demon Lord’s arms, Arthur locking his fingers behind the being’s head as he twisted, turning the Demon Lord to the side.

Into the path of Emma’s arrow, piercing through the glass in the chest of the Demon Lord.

“Argh! How dare you damage me!” the Demon Lord roared, pulling his shoulders forward and forcing Arthur to release him, allowing the Demon Lord to reach back and throw Arthur.

Arthur landed on his back with a thud, the air being knocked out of him as the Demon Lord wrenched the arrow out of his chest, glaring at the person who led these enemies into his home.

“I’m going to rip your spine through your stomach for this!” The Clockwork Smith roared, raising his hand, ready to make good on his promise, only to see the smirk on Arthur’s face, even as he coughed blood.

A small shame of Arthurs… he got hit once and started to cough blood. Even if he was already mostly recovered, his Endurance really was low.

“I’d rather have your heart.” Arthur said, and a burst of light appeared in front of the Demon Lord, surprising him as he stared into the ‘face’ of a Lightning Elemental.

“…Shit.” This was the last word uttered by the Demon Lord as the Lightning Elemental roared with a crackling sound, a clawed hand formed out of Lightning forcing its way through the gap in his glass casing, attacking his heart directly.

With a cough of blood and oil, the Demon Lord’s heart was crushed and shocked, the Lightning Elemental removing its hand and raising it to the air, roaring before vanishing, dismissed by Arthur.

As he fell to his knees, disintegrating due to his death, the Clockwork Smith recalled the last thing Chronos said to him.

“By the way… that’s a damn obvious weak-point.” Oh it really was…

Arthur Clive

Level: 104 (B-Rank)

Class: Melding Sorcerer- Grants one stat point to Strength and two stat points to Wisdom per level

Gives Soul Melding Skill

Anima

Starving Cutlass

Coat of Recovery

Anima Skills

Cutlass- Hunger- Increase Soul Gain by 10%

Coat- Generator- increases Wisdom by 10%

Primary Element: Lightning

Other Element(s): Darkness, Mind

Personal Skills

Tactician V (158/250) - increases Wisdom by 30% (total 140%)

Sword Sage III (182/500)- Any bladed weapon deals 40% extra damage

Soul Sight III (224/500) - Allows insight beyond mortality

Dual Wielding V (140/250) - Greater use of two weapons

Lightning Elemental IV (171/400) - Use supplementary lightning spells

Quick Reflexes V (132/250)- Increases Dexterity by 30%

Hunter II (191/200) - Increases damage against previously killed enemies.

Regenerator I (39/50)- increases Vitality by 10%

Soul Melding (2%)- Approach Unity

Stats

Strength: 140

Dexterity: 156 (202)

Intelligence: 72

Wisdom: 175 (245)

Endurance: 72

Vitality: 140 (154)

Sidhe (Owner: Arthur Clive)

Level: 104 (C-Rank)

Race: Raiju- Grants Lightning Element and one point in Intelligence and Dexterity per level

Elements:

Fire, Mind, Wind, Lightning

Stats

Strength: 14

Dexterity: 15

Intelligence: 105

Wisdom: 62

Endurance: 14

Vitality: 14