Some time later, when everyone was done eating.
Omni's black blade glinted in Raven's hand as he stepped toward another pile of weapons.
The dragon had tried to keep her calm and had a faint smile of someone expecting a man to strain himself lifting a single greatsword, but she couldn't keep it up for long.
Now, she was literally at a loss for words, as she saw Raven casually stab Omni, the god-slaying sword, into a jeweled halberd.
CRUNCH.
The halberd's shaft snapped. Its glittering blade dissolved into shadow and vanished into Omni's edge like a steak being devoured by a starving wolf.
The dragon sighed, feeling like her tax had increased by one percent every time Omni ate a weapon.
By now, the tax was almost at sixty percent.
"Ohhh, yeah," Omni groaned in satisfaction. "That's the good stuff. Mmm—bit of mithril, touch of soulsteel—melts in your mouth, don't even gotta chew."
"Another minute to digest it?" Raven asked, his brow raised.
