Alen remained quiet for a moment, still processing the sheer display of power he had just witnessed.

Ravena tapped her chin with a thoughtful expression as she remembered something.

"Mhmm... How did I appear here? Huh... Well, I don’t know either. I originally intended to talk with you directly inside your mind, but suddenly I found myself pulled here. What is this place, exactly? Is this your own pocket dimension or something else?"

Alen remained silent for a minute. He didn’t answer immediately because he himself was still thinking about this place. It was the same weird phenomenon he had experienced during his very first trial, and now it had appeared again.

’Let’s give this place a name,’ he thought to himself. ’White Haven.’

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he finally answered her.

"I don’t know much about this place myself... I just arrived here recently."

Alen looked at her, his eyes narrowing in deep suspicion.

"Tell me why you really came here. What is your exact purpose? Don’t lie to me with excuses about ’testing’ me or some other pointless waste of time."

"If you were truly testing me, you wouldn’t have given me a physical battle with monster to defeat in the first place. You are a spirit, not a monster or a brawler testing with brute force. If this were a real test, you would have checked my soul or my mental fortitude."

Ravena narrowed her eyes and shifted her posture. Her face turned cold as she considered his sharp deduction.

"Yes, you’re right. I didn’t actually need to check your physical strength. I could have just taken your soul to test it..."

She floated closer.

"Do you think I am dumb? Do you think I haven’t tried? It’s just that... I felt a weird, profound sense of danger when I tried to look into your inner mind and soul. I actually felt hesitant to check you. How unusual of me."

She straightened her back and slowly floated down to stand directly at his eye level, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well... At least you didn’t disappoint me in your logic. I can sense you have a pretty strong soul and a unique mental fortitude that even I cannot fully fathom. So, I will give you a chance."

She gave him a small smile, though the warmth didn’t reach her dangerous crimson eyes.

"Let me tell you what I really am, and what I can truly do."

"As I told you, I am a Spirit Weapon. That means I am the very living manifestation of the blade itself..."

"A Spirit Weapon differs vastly from any normal weapon. It has its own consciousness, and its own unique power."

"It reacts to your emotions and feelings. In simple term, the more emotion you pour into it, the more devastatingly powerful it becomes. It holds unique abilities that are completely beyond human comprehension. In all of history, no one has ever been able to fully master any Spirit Weapon and earn the legendary title of ’Spirit Master’."

Ravena’s eyes darkened as she spoke of her true form.

"But ’Godless’ is not just any Spirit Weapon. Not even the gods know who created this blade. It was forged by the Unknown."

"It cannot be controlled, judged, or limited by any god. Its power does not adhere to the natural ’order’ of the universe. That means not just anyone can wield Godless. The weapon will instantly kill a weak host the moment they try to hold it—or the World itself will judge them and crush them for trying to use a power they shouldn’t possess."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a serious whisper.

"Only a truly capable person can hold it. Someone who isn’t afraid of the entire World turning against them."

"Godless is not a blade forged by divine hands...

It is a weapon that even the gods refused to claim.

A sword that cuts through fate itself, answering only to its own will."

"So, I will ask you something," Ravena said, her eyes locking onto his.

"Do you want to use it? Just once?"

Alen looked at her. A jolt of shock, mixed with the absolute thrill of exploring something so immensely powerful, flared in his consciousness.

But he quickly calmed his mind. He was a survivor first and foremost. He began to carefully judge the pros and cons he might suffer by holding something he clearly shouldn’t. What truly worried him wasn’t the weapon itself, but the person standing in front of him.

He wasn’t sure if he could trust her. No matter how incredible the weapon and its powers were, if the spirit inside tried to forcibly take over his body the moment he held the hilt, he would be doomed.

He analyzed the girl. She looked calm. There wasn’t any obvious hint of cunningness in her expression—or rather, there were no emotions in her expression at all, as if she didn’t possess any to show.

She looked back at him and narrowed her eyes, reading him effortlessly.

"If you’re thinking I might try to take over your body, then you are a naive boy. Even though I am a spirit, I don’t have an actual, physical manifestation. My body doesn’t exist in your physical world. So I couldn’t forcefully physically harm or possess you even if I wanted to."

Alen nodded slowly, feeling slightly better knowing the spirit couldn’t directly attack his physical body. Still, he maintained a safe distance, not wanting to risk anything unnecessarily.

"So... You said that using this weapon might alter the natural ’Order’ of the universe? Then won’t it be incredibly dangerous for me to use it? Won’t the World judge me too?"

The spirit looked at him and chuckled softly.

"How naive of you... Do you really think that just by holding the weapon, you can alter the very ’Order’ of the universe? It is nearly impossible for you to alter the ’Order’ of the universe in your current state... especially when you can’t even beat such a weakling."

Alen looked at her, feeling a spike of annoyance. She was pressing the exact same button over and over again to mock him.

"So you’re saying the massive monster I fought earlier was a weakling? What does that even mean? Are you saying there are monsters stronger than that Leviathan inside the ’Crimson Sky’ realm?"

Ravena composed her expression, her emotionless crimson eyes fixing onto him coldly.

"The monster you fought was one of the weakest creatures in the entire ’Crimson Sky’ Realm."

"If you want to measure exactly how powerful that little worm was compared to the others... it possessed barely 0.1% of the power compared to the true monsters lurking in my domain."

"And... There are milllions of monsters existed in this realm which is stronger than you just fought..."