The cursed sword clung to my hand as though it had already made the decision that it would never let me go.
The strange thing was that the longer I held it, the more bizarre the entire sensation became. Technically speaking, I was the one holding the sword. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the hilt, and from a logical standpoint, I was the one exercising control over it.
Yet, despite that obvious fact, the sensation I was experiencing told me something completely different.
Instead of feeling like I was holding the sword, it felt like the sword was holding me.
That feeling alone was enough to make me realize just how dangerous this weapon actually was.
