"We should start getting serious now…" looking at the night black sword in his hand, Azrael mutters to himself and the treasured weapon, earning another round of shrill sound from the seemingly evil armament, its reply making him smile as he feels like this weapon can truly understand him, as much as he can comprehend its thoughts somehow.
'I should probably start with that to poke around, I doubt I would do damage to it otherwise' as the young man thought of things he should do in order to feel around and find the limits of the Island Orca's defensive capabilities, a specific, completely absurd skill appears on his mind, making him nod as he thinks of using it, given how he thinks this is the most appropriate skill to use in the moment.
'As long as I won't overuse it…' he added to himself while recalling the stringent condition to activate and maintain said skill.
