"This would just hurt like a scratch... that comes from hell," I said, while injecting my hand inside the barrier.
Clipped in my hand was my Clarent blade, which had the same calibration as the Excalibur. People cannot wield this sword if they are not worthy of its power. If I had to recall the conditions of my sword, it only needed one thing.
"Heroicness….."
When my fingers came into contact with the barrier, a warm sensation heated my skin. It almost burned my hair follicles if it were not for my passive abilities, helping me overcome its trauma.
As I gingerly pressed my hand against the darkened protection, the obsidian element latched onto me. Since my hand became free with the darkened ability, those energies tried to kill me. But thanks to the little energy I stored within me, my hand went past the barrier as I quickly tossed the weapon on the other side.
"USE IT!" I shouted.
