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"This sword... Just what kind of weapon did Voldred give me?" Leo was sitting atop a rock, staring at the sword that didn't have even a little speck of blood on it.
The scene behind Leo wasn't the same though. The desert was painted red in blood. Corpse of frightening wolves were lying on the ground, in a gruesome condition that was impossible to describe.
As for the cannibals that had attacked him, their fate was even worse than the wolves. Leo didn't even look behind at the bloody sight, which was a little too much for him.
There was a trace of fear in his eyes as he looked at that sword. He didn't feel anything when he was holding the sword, but when he used it for the first time to attack someone, he felt it.
He felt the bloodlust of the sword, sleeping through his body. It didn't make him go crazy, but it made his thoughts a lot colder.
