[The Demonic Sword has acknowledged you as its master.] [You have acquired the skill 'Demonic Absorption'.]
[Demonic Absorption (Passive): Allows the user to absorb demonic energy, converting it into mana.]
William stared at the sword, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. What was happening? Was this voice truly coming from the sword? And what did it mean, calling him a "true heir"? The idea of being associated with demonic forces filled him with unease.
He cautiously picked up the sword again, turning it over in his hands. It felt cold and strangely inert, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow...alive.
"Stupid lad, get the sword. You can use it to absorb the toxin from your friend. Damn it, why is my master so stupid?"
