The cracks on the cultivator's world expanded as dense energy flowed out of them. Noah absorbed everything flying in his direction, and the pulling force generated by his hunger attracted even the fuel that tried to escape his surroundings.
The Cursed Sword voiced a rare battle cry in the form of a hoarse shout. Noah could feel how his weapon had understood that something had changed in its structure. The blade wasn't only a tool meant to destroy now. It had learnt to thrive in the bloodlust that it generated.
The Cursed Sword had been unwilling to join battles when Noah first obtained it. However, that feeling came from the insanity of its previous wielders. The blade's name even came from that feature. Those who dared to exploit its incredible power ended up falling prey to their bloodlust and dying due to the recklessness that it caused.
