4th rank weapon
The battle field fell silent, the crimson light slowly fading. Aaron stood amidst the fallen berserkers, his body battered and weary, his shattered spear lying at his feet.
Then, as if in response to the carnage that had unfolded, a bright light began to converge from the corpses of the berserkers. It swirled and danced in a mesmerizing display, merging the souls and essence of the fallen warriors into a single, powerful entity.
From the center of the light, a weapon emerged—a sword unlike any other. It glimmered with a crimson-red hue, tinged with swirling shadows of black. This was a weapon of the 4th rank, forged from the collective strength and fury of the berserkers.