"How did I learn that...?" Leonardo muttered, eyes wide with shock. His voice faltered as he watched the sheath seem to absorb his words, as if it were an extension of his thoughts. He hesitated, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand, its structure shifting subtly.
The sheath wasn't just a mere holder—it was part of the weapon itself, responsive and alive.
The glowing text on the sheath's surface caught his eye, pulsing with a faint light that outlined each word. It whispered in his mind: [Weapon-skill imbuing is easy, just the extension of the skill is hard to produce.]
"The glowing text, ah, yes... I suppose it's right," Anna replied, her voice trailing off. She looked visibly tired, her movements sluggish as she leaned against the wall.
Dark circles framed her eyes, evidence of nearly two days without sleep.
