Strength: ★★★★★

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Wisdom: ★★★★★

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Creation: ★★★★★

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Anti-Magic: ★★★★★

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Arcane Magic: ★★★★★

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Lawful good

A lawful good character typically acts with compassion and always with honor and a sense of duty. However, lawful good characters will often regret taking any action they fear would violate their code, even if they recognize such action as being good. Such characters include righteous knights, paladins, and most dwarves. Lawful good creatures include the noble golden dragons.

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Soulrend Decimator

(Spike Sword, Toxic Sword, Explosion Sword, Fire Sword)

When Mongen discovered the ultimate exploit in reality's code, this abomination was vomited forth from his cancerous essence - a weapon that embodies his nature as the living malignancy that devoured every form of power. Forged by fusing four devastating blades into a single instrument of perfect destruction, it represents the universe's own attempt at suicide made manifest.

The Spike Sword provides the penetrating agony, its barbed essence designed to pierce through every defense reality can muster. Each thrust doesn't just wound - it injects Mongen's cancerous hunger directly into the victim's core, spreading like a virus through their very concept of existence.

The Toxic Sword contributes poison so virulent it corrupts the fundamental forces of creation itself. This isn't mere venom - it's distilled malignancy that turns healing into harm, hope into despair, and existence into a slow, agonizing dissolution that feeds directly back into Mongen's ultimate phenomenon.

The Explosion Sword detonates with the accumulated fury of every power Mongen has consumed, each blast not destroying but unmaking - erasing the space where destruction occurred and leaving behind wounds in reality that never heal.

The Fire Sword burns with flames that consume more than matter - they devour possibility itself, incinerating not just what is, but what could ever be. The fire spreads like Mongen's cancer, consuming entire timelines and feeding their ashes to his insatiable hunger.

Together, they create a weapon so perfectly malignant that oblivion itself begs for mercy, a blade that makes the universe's suicide attempt look like gentle release.