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Faith Goes Both Ways

"You want to have fun, right?" He mumbled, his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, "Let's have fun, then..."

"Come Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow!"

A medieval black bow appeared in his hand, glimmering with an icy glint of the night sky. This bow type Soul Armas that he got from killing the Manticore had been eating junk inside his mind palace.

The reason he didn't use it before was because he wasn't as familiar with archery as he is now. Also, Creed hated the idea of using Soul Armas before gaining a genuine expertise for any weapon, not just bows.

Nevertheless, this was the time to use it without holding back. This Malaka isn't just unreasonably powerful, but he is also a few kills away from his ascension. 

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