The moment Ragnar saw the great sword in Lynch's hand, burning with a flame both familiar and strange—Ivrefret's Sword—his already crimson eyes suddenly contracted, and immediately afterward, as if a sea of fire had been doused with a ton of fuel, his violent rage blasted into the sky, a hundred times more intense than ever before!
This sword was not only the life-quality witchcraft he forged with countless efforts and a lifetime's collection, but it was also his supreme masterpiece, intricately connected with his own Flame Domain, his soul, and the core symbol of his power. It was his true lifeblood!
The previous hatred for Lynch, although the disgrace of severe injury was part of it, the real driving force buried deep in his heart was his obsession to reclaim this sword!
At this moment, seeing his enemy not only possess his treasure but seemingly having made some "modification" to it, the string named "rationality" in Ragnar's mind completely snapped!
"Crunch, crunch, crunch!"
