Arad grabbed the knife tightly in his hand and tried to stand up, the veins on his bruised arms bleeding out as his eyes flashed with all kinds of colors, golden, red, and purple like a burning lamp. His body was already a dead corpse, and his magic had long since snuffed out, only one thing burning in his mind kept him moving forward, and he managed to stand up on his knees, the knife in his hand shining brightly as it reflected sunlight.
Lunara gasped, her eyes immediately spotting the power surging in that tiny kitchen knife that looked like a toothpick in Arad's massive palm. The arcane arts, the ancient magic, an artifact, a weapon of ancient origin and great power that she had once heard about from her countless cultists. The exploding nipples' knife!
