The jungle was quiet once more, a soft breeze rustling the leaves, birds chirping as if nothing unusual had happened. Aamir stood alone in the clearing, holding the black sword that had now become something more—his.
He looked at the blade, the red patterns still faintly glowing.
"Let's test this new skill," Aamir muttered with a grin.
He pulled his arm back and, using all his strength, hurled the sword into the distance.
WHOOOSH!
Aamir watched the sword sail through the air and disappear into the undergrowth.
He took a slow breath. This isn't just a skill check… this is proof.
Ever since the Void Foxide, things had changed. He wasn't just training anymore. He was becoming something else — someone stronger. More dangerous.
"This sword…" he muttered, "if it really chose me, then it should listen."
His fingers curled into a fist. "Not just power. I need control. I need… trust."
