The middle-aged man's two strands of white hair fluttered skyward.
His naturally authoritative and imposing eyes shone brightly, now radiating a pure golden hue, resembling molten steel.
The Dragon Slayer raised his hand, and his beast-like sharp claws lightly scratched. A stream of blood beads welled up from his palm, swirling against the wind before, upon touching the blade's spine, transforming into writhing scarlet serpents. These serpents slithered along the engraved patterns, vanishing into the sword's edge.
The moment the Dragon Slayer gripped the sword hilt, he, having merged with the surrounding nature through the "Mountain and River Bone Morphology," felt the city's skeletal structure tremble within his palm.
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