"This weapon, born of him, naturally dissipates with his death," a hint of regret crossed Uma's face.
"To be honest, this is a powerful weapon. If Gaharad hadn't died, it would have definitely grown with his increasing strength,"
"and transformed into something extremely terrifying in the future."
"Such a pity."
"Not a pity at all."
Watching the weapon in his hand about to shatter, Roger glanced at Uma, "You forgot something, this weapon is only partly constituted by Gaharad, and the other part..."
Uma's eyes brightened, and she waved her hand, causing the skeleton that was floating in mid-air to once again cloak the Sword of Destiny.
Without Gaharad's control, the skeleton of Gaharad spread out, and soon the weapon in Roger's hand also changed.
The length of the weapon shortened, becoming more suitable for Roger to wield, and it was still made of bone material like metal, with faint red threads visible on its silvery-white surface.
