As Cian and Eira disappeared into the night, his black cloak rippling like shadows themselves, the faint hum of his katana pulsed at his side — concealed beneath the folds of his attire.
But Cian knew.
It wasn't a weapon anymore.
It was evolving.
Forged with the essence of Darkness Demongod, cursed by the Holy Goddess' bloodline, and layered with the forbidden knowledge of the Void itself, the katana was a living, sentient construct — waiting, mutating, perfecting itself with every battle, every kill.
The Divine System crackled into his mind:
[Divine] >> >> Katana evolution progress ██████████ 35% █
[Divine] >> >> Current Stage: Proto-Devourer █
[Divine] >> >> Functions:
>> Soul-binding: STABLE █
>> Blood absorption: FUNCTIONAL █
>> Molecular reconstruction: IN PROGRESS █
>> Combat evolution: DEPENDENT on lethal encounters █
[Divine] >> >> Next Evolution: Blade of Sovereign Shadows █
[Divine] >> >> Required kills: 17 Elite-ranked █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
The blade pulsed faintly, as if hungering… waiting for blood to fuel its unnatural metamorphosis.
Cian's silver eyes flicked down at the concealed weapon briefly, expression unreadable.
It was only a matter of time.
A time when this cursed katana wouldn't just be drawn for battle… but would become a terror in itself — the physical extension of his evolving body and corrupted will.