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Dusvim laughed darkly as he emerged from the wall Kieran's attack blew him into. "Where did all that rage go? You're doomed to fail if you don't have that perverse power."
"My rage?" Kieran felt entertained by Dusvim's comment.
Did he genuinely believe all his rage vanished into thin air as if it never once existed? Incorrect. To believe Kieran's fury merely disappeared was a fallacy.
On the contrary, he found a better place to invest it.
Crimson Ashrune seemed to roar and cry as Kieran held it.
Not only had its size doubled without using Seethe Burst, but the Vampiric Blood Encrustation thickened, and its edge sharpened, producing a sinister yet contained feeling.
"Bastion, control him," Kieran ordered.
At the same time, part of Crimson Ashrune's exterior coating liquified. Bloody droplets dripped off the blade and seeped into the ground, painting the beige sand a beautiful ruby color.
