Click!
On the face of the dilapidated clock tower, which no one was paying attention to anymore, the three hands moved back another notch. From within the successive shattering pitch-black spatial rifts, Shade reached out his hand. The whetstone, one of the "Coldwater Port Gift," sharpened the Blasphemy Cross and granted it a special effect against dragons.
Thus, scales that ordinary Relics could not penetrate were pierced in a single blow. The silver cross stabbed into the Saint's body, and in the next moment, it was ignited into gold.
With a bang, the Relic that had followed Shade for more than half a year exploded into specks of light. At the same time, a strand of golden radiance slowly spread across his body along the golden cracks that had already existed on his right arm.
A phantom shadow appeared behind him. By his ear, he seemed to feel the warm breath of "her" speaking:
You are me.
".I am you."
The silver phantom arm overlapped Shade's right arm. Their interlocked hands, one above and one below, jointly gripped the strand of golden light escaping from the shattered dragon scales.
Adele Isabella, attached to Shade's back, could not describe how she felt at that moment. She felt as though her soul had been ignited by this man's soul, or perhaps her entire being had melted into Shade.
The emptiness in her heart and the sense of void the Doomsday Era had brought her were now completely filled by that blazing soul. She had no idea what kind of power this was; she only knew that her choice had absolutely been correct.
Outlander, you have felt "Blasphemy."
The desire to devour those of the same race had appeared so long ago that no one knew when it began. Yet the craving for