The source of the warm touch was the blade he held in his hand.
For a moment, Ed thought he was about to meet the Stone Mother and that she would personally send him on a journey to another world, as his palm felt searingly hot. But he soon discovered it was only this warm and soothing sensation.
This truly put him at ease. Phew, I'm alive.
He picked up the blade.
The spiral hilt, with its golden wheat-like design, shimmered.
The blade itself was already ablaze with flames, and Ed felt his magical power flowing from his arm into the steel.
At this rate of consumption, the sword felt more like a pump draining a well.
Simultaneously, something was being transmitted from the blade into his mind.
A whooshing sound came from behind. Ed immediately turned, using both hands to block the crimson-glowing soul blade slashing down.
