Chapter 482: Senses

A small part of the ground below Silva's hand torned up and from it came out a blue shining twisted sword.

Dreamer called it a twisted sword as it was too different from a sword to be called a real sword and it was also too similar to a sword for it to be called a fake sword.

The twisted sword landed on Silva's right hand and Dreamer finally got its clear view.

"Damn. How did you get that?" Dreamer asked. He couldn't take his eyes off the twisted sword.

The clear definition of dark blue decorations on the light blue blade erupted the exquisite look of the twisted sword of Silva.

The name of the twisted sword was Nefara and it sounded like a regal name as well.

[ A/n : Here is the art of Nefara! ]

"It's a divine weapon. A blacksmith made it especially for me." Silva answered, practicing slashes in the air with Nefara.

"What do you call it? Twisted sword?" Dreamer asked.