Ethan extended his hand and gripped the golden hilt. The moment he pulled, a metallic hiss echoed through the dining hall, and a thread of incandescent fire erupted from the blade, coiling around his arm like a serpent of light without burning him.
"It is magnificent," murmured Ethan, admiring the intricate ruby patterns and the scorching edge that made the surrounding air vibrate.
[It's a good sword, Master... pity it was poorly forged], Crul's voice suddenly echoed within his sea of consciousness, assessing the weapon with an expert tone. [Those materials aren't even from this world; they likely came from an asteroid or something similar. However, it isn't a total waste. You can use it to feed the Black Chaos Sword. Do the same thing you did back when you were in the Heavenly Sword Sect.]
Ethan didn't hesitate. He sheathed the golden blade and, with a fluid motion of his free hand, summoned the black sword from his spatial ring.
