The blade and hilt of the "Spider's Claw," originally both black, now had a splinter of crimson emerging from the edge of the blade—especially a streak of red along the middle of the spine, sinister like the narrowed eyes of a ferocious beast. The silver-white counterweight became crystal clear, resembling a colorless gem, while the handguard had abruptly enlarged, expanding irregularly outwards into sharp barbs, akin to the fangs of a beast.
Under the moonlight, the interweaving of black and red created an unprecedented eerie aura.
When Arthur slightly rotated the hilt, the blade turned accordingly. The red on the spine seemed to flow, as if the beast had opened its eyes, and even terrifying roars appeared near his ear, eventually turning into sinister whispers.
Whoosh!
Arthur gently swung the blade.
There was no discomfort whatsoever.
No!
To be precise, it was too suitable!
It felt entirely like a part of himself.
In the next moment, a great many words began to appear—
