A man in a gray robe, hair flowing freely, sat cross-legged in the middle of the Cursed Sword Sea.
Beneath him stood a dark-red elevated platform, engraved with ancient runes.
Each rune breathed slowly, and with every breath, the surrounding sea of swords resonated in harmony.
A figure entered the platform, circling twenty-four murderous sword shadows.
It was David.
He respectfully bowed toward the man at the center of the platform, holding the recently reclaimed Cursed Sword in both hands.
Clang—!
The Cursed Sword seemed to sense its master's presence. With a resonant cry, it rose into the air, soaring back into the swirling Cursed Sword Sea, taking its rightful place at last.
In that instant—
The entire sword sea boiled with energy!
Billions of blades simultaneously erupted with endless killing intent, converging like rivers into the ocean, merging instantly into the returning Cursed Sword.
The final step of the sword's forging was complete!
