"Huff... Huff..." Gregory was gasping as blood flowed down from his mouth. He looked down at the sword that pierced his shoulder.
"This is a dark grade sword... A weapon of national level."
He muttered while looking at the sword. Slowly lifting up his hand, he grabbed the blade of the sword.
He was about to pull out the sword when he felt something invading his mind.
"Argh! Damn! This sword!" Gregory cursed and endured it before he finally pulled out the sword on his shoulder.
"A dark grade weapon is really different from other weapons."
He knew that he wouldn't be able to use this sword. The energy of this sword was damaging his mana pool. If he wasn't fighting Souta, he would try to control this sword but now, he doesn't want to do it because he would only exhaust himself.
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