Even after losing its head, the Tyrannosaurus Rex took two more steps backward before crashing to the ground.
The Intent Blood blades in Werther's hands were beside themselves with excitement. How long had it been since they had tasted blood this delicious?
Werther did not disappoint them. He plunged both blades into the Tyrannosaurus Rex's heart and let them drink their fill. Draining the blood would make the meat taste better, too.
Of everyone there, only Intent Blood liked the taste of blood.
Once the Tyrannosaurus Rex had been drained dry, Werther sheathed the blades. To his surprise, they conveyed a sense of satisfaction.
It was the first time Werther had received a message like that. Intent Blood was usually insatiable.
By now, Intent Blood had become a Cursed Sword through and through. Werther had tested what happened when other people held the blades, and there were two possibilities.
If a stranger held Intent Blood, it would furiously drain their life force and seize control of their mind.
He did not know how a powerful person would react. He had not tested that yet.
The second possibility was someone like Tuski, who spent every day with Werther and naturally carried some trace of him.
Intent Blood was still displeased when Tuski held it, but it would not hurt Tuski. It simply lost the edge it had in Werther's hands, reverting to the strength it had when first forged. It recovered only when Werther took hold of it again.
Only then did Werther realize that Cursed Swords were merely Famous Swords fiercely loyal to their masters. Some had sinister powers, and some could even take control of their wielders' minds.
But in the hands of their first masters, they were Extreme powerful, with none of the supposed backlash of a Cursed