Demonic Sword

"Arthur, no!" Eveline screamed, struggling to get up.

"That thing will corrupt your mind!"

But it was too late.

Arthur reached forward and gripped the sword's handle.

The moment his fingers wrapped around it—

A surge of darkness erupted, racing up his arm like a plague, turning his skin ashen-black. His pupils dilated, then turned fully dark, swallowing the whites of his eyes. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing steadied—and an overwhelming presence surged from his body.

Eveline collapsed in hopelessness, watching as her friend was consumed.

The monsters roared in laughter.

"Hah! What a fool!" one of them jeered.

"To pick up the Abyssal Fang with his bare hands—does he want to die?!"

"Even demons don't dare to wield that cursed sword, let alone a human! Hahahaha!"

But their laughter stopped—

A Few Moments Earlier…

The instant Arthur's fingers wrapped around the hilt of the Abyssal Fang—

KUGUNG—