"I-Is that it? This is it, isn't it? The Sword isn't melting, it isn't breaking, neither is it flickering, or vibrating. A perfectly stable Sword Aura!
This is it, right!?"
Kael questioned, his voice was filled with a strange kind of desperation. He was holding a sword in his hand, a sword that was shining brightly and was ready to cut anything in its way.
Unlike the sword, however, Kael's body was the opposite. His eyes were bloodshot, he didn't even blink as he stared at Veylara, waiting for her approval. He looked like a man who desperately needed a woman's validation, or else he might even kill himself.
And he couldn't be blamed either.
Ever since he came to this world, every time he trained, he grew. Even in the Crucible, while the system stats didn't show anything, he still felt his body change.
This made him addicted.
