"A-Ard… Yenshin's… blade..." Morthrax's voice quivered with dread as he whispered the name of the wielder of the heavenly blade of destruction. Slowly retreating, his limbs tingled with numbness, caught off guard by the occurrence of the unexpected.
"Remarkable, isn't it? You knew him well," Ary chuckled, the shift from his jolly demeanor to a stern one evident. Inwardly, he mused, 'Of course, you'd recognize this blade. The blade of the warrior who served you a bitter taste of defeat. Thanks to Yan, I unearthed this blade. Now, I understand why he insisted I wield this instead of my crystal or Almita's.'
While Yan clashed with Morthrax, he employed Ary's Retroperception skill to delve into Morthrax's past, uncovering his deepest fear—much like Arterismet's—which was centered around his enemies' blades.
Then, Ary's eyes fixated on the red blade, narrowing his gaze. He continued inwardly, 'I can feel it… this blade is rapidly absorbing our energies, Yan.'
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