Frankly, Azaroth was regretting it, and at the very least, he was having second thoughts about it. Gaining a second core in addition to his own would give him access to power he couldn't even begin to imagine.
He glanced at the weapon again, a growth-enchanted weapon. A shame that it wasn't suited for him; it was a weapon for those who fight with blunt force.
"Not regretting anymore," Azaroth said firmly. Because what he needed to do right now was to look for an enchanted weapon of his own. One made in the crypt. And a growth one.
The Crypt Master grunted, unsatisfied that he didn't get them to fight each other. He turned to Catena. "Now then. Are you ready to bond with the weapon?"
Catena looked at the weapon in hesitation. "Will... will anything bad happen?"
