Everyone's eyes were fixed on the enormous Cold-blooded Saber in George's hands. After all, its original owner had been a Vancian, whose physical form and bodily structure differed somewhat from those of an Earthling.
So it did not look like a proper weapon, but the difference was not significant. It was still more than capable of being used for hacking and slashing.
"George, are you feeling all right? Are you okay?" Aunt May asked worriedly.
"No problem. It's just a small wound."
George spoke carelessly as he raised the Cold-blooded Saber in his hand. At first, everyone could still see blood flowing down.
However, as the drops of blood flowed along the hilt, they were visibly absorbed by it.
Then even the blood flowing from his palm disappeared from sight, as if it had all been absorbed by the saber in his hand.
After only a few seconds, George said, "I could still feel my wound healing just now, but it seems like it can't heal anymore."
George said this with some puzzlement. Then, as he slowly opened his palm, the wound that had originally covered it had shrunk by half. However, it was now clearly visible that a faint blue light was flickering over the wound.
It was different from Leo's pale spatial blue. This was a cold, brilliant blue, more like the blue of a glacier, a frigid blue.
Blood was still slowly flowing out, gathering in the center of his palm.
At that moment, the Cold-blooded Saber began to emit specks of light. The fine cracks that had originally covered its blade gradually faded until they disappeared completely.
It seemed that after losing its supply of blood, the entire blade's radiance gradually dimmed again.
Only when George's palm gripped the hilt once more did the blade begin