The demon king held the nine-sword relic firmly. His dark mana flowed through the thick metal chains, and the ancient artifact reacted immediately, floating mere centimeters from his heavy, furry hand.
The nine small swords began to spin on themselves at breakneck speed, creating a sharp, piercing hum that made the shattered hall's cold air vibrate.
Ryan tensed every muscle in his body, gripping the hilts of his two large swords and preparing to dodge any kind of projectile or magical attack.
But the physical attack never came.
Instead, the divine relic released an immense, silent pulse of golden light that expanded throughout the hall like an invisible wave. The strange energy passed through Ryan's body without causing absolutely any physical damage, pain, or dizziness.
For a microsecond, Ryan thought the artifact had failed or that his magical resistance had withstood the blow.
But then, he felt a drastic and terrifying change in his own hands.
