"Is this what wielding a Holy Sword feels like?" Evlan said as he adjusted his grip on the sword.
It was evident to everyone in the field that Percival brothers' weapons were Holy Swords. The aura that was oozing out of the blades were no less than the incarnation of the holiness. It was a sensation that would make someone struggle for air, as if they didn't deserve to be bathed in such sanctity.
"However, it appears to be incomplete. It's lacking a personality, don't you think?"
"I don't know what you mean by personality, but yes, this is incomplete," Ivanov responded without looking at his brother.
