Bab 88: Back Off, Grandma!

I gripped the newly transformed Abyssal Executioner Blade, feeling the power surging through it. The chaotic energy emitted from the blade seemed to hunger for more, and my surroundings felt charged with an intense aura. I shifted into a battle stance, ready to face my father with this newfound strength.

My father, despite his confident demeanor, looked slightly taken aback by the transformation of my sword. He eyed the Abyssal Executioner Blade warily, and a hint of concern flashed in his eyes.

"Is that the best your pathetic arsenal can conjure? A fancy-looking sword won't save you, boy," he spat, swinging his massive sword with renewed determination.

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I lunged forward, meeting his attacks head-on. The Abyssal Executioner Blade sliced through the air effortlessly, leaving trails of chaotic energy in its wake. The dark power seemed to respond to my every move, enhancing the speed and precision of my strikes.