This blue greatsword, almost taller than Muria's stature at that moment, was embedded in the metal stand. The moment Muria grasped its hilt, dazzling light burst forth from the engraved patterns on the Divine Machine, and then, the Divine Machine itself began to tremble.
A roar that was barely audible emanated from the Divine Machine. The violent consciousness surged down Muria's palm towards his mind. If Muria failed to block this violent consciousness, he would be devoured by the Divine Machine and reduced to a pitiable monster.
However, such an occurrence was impossible. The violent consciousness that permeated from within the Divine Machine, intent on devouring Muria, was akin to a bucket of water thrown against a dam when compared to Muria's will—utterly meaningless.
