Lin Fan looked at the Frostmourne in his hand. After absorbing the crystal, the sword underwent a transformation.
"This is..."
The previously silver blade was now suffused with a hint of red light, and instead of flickering briefly, the red light began spreading across the sword, completely dyeing it red.
"It's restless."
Lin Fan was greatly alarmed. Ever since acquiring Frostmourne and using it to pursue positive energy, it had always been very stable. Despite its sinister origins, he had always believed that under his control, Frostmourne would undergo a massive change and forever symbolize positive energy.
The Frostmourne in his hand was trembling.
Red light blossomed.
Then, in a shocking turn of events, Frostmourne seemed to come alive, emitting a suction force that pulled the blood and flesh covering the ground towards it.
Blood adhered to the tip of the sword, then spread, covering the blade and merging with it.
This phenomenon exceeded Lin Fan's imagination.
