Liam took a good minute to inspect the shortsword from all angles.
It gained an umbral sheen that made it look alive.
Naturally, Liam slashed against his bicep to test out its sharpness, and the blade slowly sliced through his flesh with some effort.
His skin and muscles were still stubbornly tight, and it protested against the act.
'Still Rank 1 middle-tier...'
Liam was using his own body as a golden standard.
He wanted a blade that could sever at least bone deep, or near that point.
Through his fight with Rishe, he realized his opponents were going to get a whole lot more difficult to deal with.
Then Liam fell into thought.
'How long will blades work against my enemies? I don't think a tiny sword will matter against a creature bigger than a mountain.'
For a brief moment, he felt dejected… but realizing something, the feelings melted away and Liam laughed under his breath.
