Eli scratched his head. Oran no longer had the power of a Nephilim, having forsaken the laws, but Eli could feel the power of the sword. Its energy hummed.
Had Oran himself tried to use this?
Eli closed his eyes and concentrated.
Would it work?
As he concentrated, he backed away from the edge of the bed to give himself some space. He focused on the object in his hand and felt energy pass from his upper body to his fingers, like electricity. He thumbed the end of the hilt and found a small hinge. Eli heard a buzz, and then the heat forced him to open his eyes.
He inhaled and then calmly studied what he saw before him: angel fire.
He watched the flames flicker, red then yellow then gold, all alternating in its brightness and steadiness. He turned his wrist, and the fire didn’t change its form.