A surge of energy pulled from the sword, causing it to cry out. It felt similar to the essence-draining effect of the holy priestess's magic but different—Sylas was drawing directly from the core of the sword's power, wielding it as his own. The blade quivered in disbelief, but it had no choice but to submit.
"Now, let's have some fun!"
Hisss! Hissss!
Grinning, Sylas raised his sword in anticipation, and the Hydra let out a horrified screech.
How much time had passed?
The Hydra was in a state of utter ruin. Of its nine heads, only one remained, the others severed and lying scattered across the bloodstained ground. Its body was covered in deep, smoldering wounds where the sword's blue flames continued to sear it. The relentless agony left it barely capable of twitching.
