Before that golden catastrophe, Ethan extended his right hand toward the blade, placing the last of his trust and faith in Legendary Weapons Master.
More than anything, he placed his faith in the Golden Dawn Knight's own words.
The knight had urged him to use his Blessing and warned him not to underestimate its power.
The blue rune on Ethan's hand erupted with light.
Brighter than ever before.
Its radiance continued intensifying until his entire arm was enveloped in a brilliant blue aura.
Under normal circumstances, touching a weapon that an opponent had relinquished would allow Ethan to claim it as his own.
If he could accomplish that here, the entire situation would be overturned in an instant, and victory would belong to them.
But reality and fantasy were not the same thing.
The moment Ethan extended his hand toward the enormous sword, his Night Armor began to buckle beneath the overwhelming pressure of the aura surrounding it.
