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Or was it something having to do with his greatsword?

"Getting slower now are we?" Lillian muttered, parrying another swing from the Puppeteer but with less difficulty compared to before.

Thalrek strained his eyes and took a step back, creating distance between him and Lillian, accidentally stumbling in his retreat.

Something was definitely wrong. And it must be from the greatsword in his hand.

He looked down at the large weapon that seemed more like a sharpened, large slab of metal attached to a handle, which he was clutching with both his hands.

What was going on?

Why had he transitioned from wielding it carelessly in one hand to now having to steady himself with two?

Although he had noticed a subtle change in its weight earlier, he hadn't put much thought into it. However, that was only until it grew to a point where it became unbearable.

Each time he was parried, the more the greatsword weighed in his hands.

Could it be... The restriction placed on it?

That must be it!

The weapon in his hands that was once at least 70kg now felt like it weighed 100kg! Or possibly 120kg! H%e&lp* us con*tin&ue- by rea^d-i*ng at the sourc@e!:* MV2L$EM.P$Y^R.!

And one would think that swinging around something that constantly grew in weight would help them with overpowering their opponents, but it didn't seem like it for him.

He clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath:

"Wretched weapon, why don't you tell me what is needed for you to awaken instead of growing heavier?"

Seeing that there wasn't any point in using the greatsword if it was going to affect him this badly, he caused it to disappear and summoned another weapon.

Lillian looked towards Thalrek and found him wielding a menacing but plain scythe in his hands.

Its wooden shaft was approximately two metres long, and its curved blade was around 1.5 metres long.

At the sight of the scythe, Lillian couldn't help but feel a burning greed swell inside her heart.

This caused her to unconsciously mutter:

"I want it..."

She then took a look down at her hands, finding them clutching only a single sword made of water—she was beginning to run out of mana.

She glanced at the Parasitic Lines around her, reducing their numbers to save on mana before eventually getting rid of all of them.

Currently, she was at a quarter of what she was originally. And she didn't feel that suddenly pulling out a mana potion would do her any good in this current moment in time.

After all, she was certain that the Puppeteer would immediately destroy it once it appeared.

Watching as the Puppeteer adjusted to the new weapon's weight and size, she immediately dashed in. She wasn't going to let him prepare himself.

And now that she had gotten used to his style of fighting, she was even more prepared.

Thalrek, watching as Lillian charged towards him with a dangerous gleam in her eyes, raised the scythe over his shoulder before swinging down.

Lillian, having gotten used to his attack speed, swung her body to the side beforehand, allowing the curved blade—

SWISH!

—To narrowly miss her.

And right as she was about to counterattack, the Puppeteer was suddenly thrown back by a sudden recoil that left him shocked.

He fell back, crashing into the humongous stone gate behind him before sliding down it.

Confusion spread across the scrawny man's mind as he looked towards his scythe.

What had happened?

No one knew.

But Lillian did as she slowly approached him.

The Regular Scythe's restriction was the same kind of recoil that her shortsword had. Except, instead of activating upon a slash, it activated whenever the user missed an attack.

Thalrek, getting up to his feet, recovered from his confusion and approached Lillian.

"Such troublesome items."

The two glared at one another before falling into a sprint, dashing and narrowing the gap between them.

Lillian tightly gripped her sword, which had become two-handed, and moved into a stance.

Thalrek did the same thing, clutching the shaft of his scythe with both hands as he raised it over his shoulder.

And upon reaching striking distance with one another, the two swung their weapons.

Lillian gave a rapid thrust with her sword, which was parried and knocked to the side by the shaft of Thalrek's scythe.

The Puppeteer, seeing a weakness in Lillian's defences, shifted his stance and swung his scythe down, but once again was blasted back.

This same scene occurred later on several instances.

But that was until... Thalrek drew blood.

Lillian winced, staring at the curved blade as it pierced through the side of her thigh.

The sight of her blood brought a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he yanked his scythe out of her leg and spun around.

He then stretched out his arm and struck the centre of Lillian's chestplate, causing her to fly back, skidding against the ground.

Lillian gave a pained hiss as she unconsciously clutched the area where she was stabbed.

She then took a look at the corpses around her.

Should she sap the remaining vitality that they may have to heal her injury?

As the thought flashed through her mind, she immediately shot it down a split second later.

She couldn't afford to expend any more mana.

'Shi—!'

CLANG!

Lillian, having raised her chainmail gauntlets into an 'x' block, watched as her arms were pried away by a curved blade.

She watched as the edges of Thalrek's scythe scraped against her gauntlets, causing her to shiver at the sound as her arms were pushed to either side of her body.

Thalrek, with a dark gleam in his eyes, spun around, slamming the back of his scythe against her chest.

Lillian let out a suffocating groan as she was carried by his spin.

As she was being spun around, the sound of her cloak flapping caused a sense of danger to rise inside her.

Eventually, Thalrek tossed her into the air, letting her fall before sending a powerful kick to the centre of her armour, which sent her flying towards another direction.

And with a grin, he twirled around and made a calculated swing in the air, causing a powerful force to occur, causing him to be shot back at rapid speed.

Lillian, who was still trying to recover in the air, crashed into a stone pillar, mask first. This left her brain rattled and dazed.

'What's... Going on?'

She then felt something pierce through her back.