Peace Nightmare was an unusual weapon, and many mistook its only ability for converting Gael's energy into a devastating one. It was enough to impress spectators and experienced fighters alike, as such a power posed a threat to Ereg, but in reality, Peace Nightmare was far more complex.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Gael's blood, flowing from a wide cut on his scarred neck, coated the black blade. Gradually, faintly at first, then bright as a star, Peace Nightmare flashed with crimson light.
Blood stopped dripping to the ground as Peace Nightmare completely absorbed it, soaking up all the power.
Ereg stopped as he took a few steps back. A slight shiver ran through his body, and anxiety stirred deep within his heart. He didn't know what to expect, but it was enough that his instincts were telling him of grave danger.
"What the fuck is this...?" Ereg muttered with a dazed expression, the tips of his fingers trembling.
