"What the hell?" John blurted out as the strange energy invaded his body.
It had entered from his palm, and it clearly came from the scythe itself. A shrill cry pierced into John's mind, and the weapon attempted to break free from his grip. John grit his teeth as he struggled against this energy.
His mind focused on bringing the energy under his control, while his soul ignored the piercing pain from the shrill cries.
'Let go! You are not worthy! Let go!'
These words seemed to echo within his mind like war drums, and attempted to overwhelm his will and force him to obey. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, as if the energy had its own will and soul.
However, this was not John's first experience with dealing with rampaging energy within his body, and so he knew exactly what he had to do.
'Hmph, I've conquered energies far more powerful and frightening than you. You will OBEY!'
