Chapter Twelve: A Sword for Her Master
As Sasha stood before him, her radiant form glowing in the ruined darkness, Crow received another flicker of system messages.
[Notice: Divine Entity Confirmed!]
[Level: 100,000]
[Race: Perfect Human — Divine Variant]
[Class: Sword Saint of the Living Miracle]
[Title: Blade of Eternal Faith]
[Status: Bound to Crow by Divine Contract]
Crow absorbed the information calmly.
Level 100,000.
A being so far beyond the current world's standards it was laughable.
And now, she was his — completely.
Without warning, Sasha moved.
In a blur of white and gold, she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his chest tightly, her sword — a blade made of condensed starlight — materializing in her right hand without conscious thought.
She held onto Crow with her left, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go.
Her head rested against his chest, her golden hair cascading down around him like a protective curtain.
"I will never leave you," she whispered fiercely. "Never."
Crow glanced down at her silently.
There was no hint of rebellion, no hesitation.
She had been created for this — not just to fight, but to belong.
The Divine Controller class pulsed again inside him, strengthening the bond even further.
Sasha's grip tightened slightly, her divine aura flaring instinctively as if daring the world to try and separate them.
Behind them, Seraphina's ghostly form wavered slightly, her eyes narrowing.
Lyravex clung tighter to his other arm, her face flushed with a complicated mix of awe and jealousy.
Crow lifted his free hand and gently brushed Sasha's hair aside.
"You're not just my sword," he said quietly. "You are my miracle."
Sasha let out a tiny, broken sound — half sob, half laugh — and clung to him even tighter.
For the first time, Crow's army had something no one else in the world could even dream of:
A divine sword, a ghost assassin, a healing prodigy, and the loyalty of the dead.
All bound not by gold, not by contracts, but by devotion.
Crow turned his golden eyes toward the far horizon.
New dungeons.
New cities.
New kingdoms.
Soon, the world would kneel.
Because what was coming was no longer a game.
It was conquest.
And he would be the king.
Chapter Twelve End