The source of the warm sensation was precisely the blade he held in his hand at that moment. For an instant, Alka thought it would burn him, but instead, it merely brought a warm and soothing sensation.
This truly put Alka's mind at ease.
He picked up the blade.
On the spiral hilt, the guard that resembled wheat glittered with a golden light.
The upper part of the blade had already ignited in blazing flames, and Alka could feel his Magic Power transferring from his arm to the blade.
With my Magic Power transferring at such a rate, the sword feels more like a water pump, he thought.
Something was being transmitted from the blade into my mind.
The whistle of a slash came from behind. Alka immediately turned, holding the sword with both hands to block the Soul Blade that was slicing down with a scarlet glow.
