Azaroth didn't succeed in doing what the eye wanted that night, first, it was confusing and the essence didn't move as he intended.
One time during the night the essence almost moved as he wanted, the essence lifted from his hand like a smoke of black and red. Azaroth managed to direct it to the sword before it dissolved.
He had clenched his teeth then. The short movement he had made the essence did was straining against him mentally.
The eye had crackled as it watched Azaroth fumble with the essence and Azaroth had thought of drawing his weapon on it. The eye must be the most useless teacher Azaroth had ever known.
"You know you were supposed to know so much about this, as the technique that you are." Azaroth had said, keeping his voice calm. He had stopped channeling essence now.
