"Bleeergh~~~!" Perhaps the impact of the Neutron Star's explosion was too intense. Even a "Demon Sword" like Black Cleave had been affected considerably, so much so that it had now let out its third strange cry.
Though the ever-growing impacts striking it caused Black Cleave unbearable pain, as Jiang Yu's weapon, it knew the boy somewhat. The pain it felt now probably did not even compare to what that boy felt when he fought with all his might.
Whenever that boy fought with all his might, cracks would appear all over his body, making him look like a crystal ornament that had been shattered, then painstakingly stitched and glued back together. Every crack was a wound, and every wound was proof that he had once been broken.
As a sword with a mind of its own, caring about its master was part of everyday life. It knew the agony Jiang Yu endured when he used his full strength and had given it much thought. In the end, it believed this must have something to do with what Jiang Yu was.
He was a child pieced together from Fragments of Beauty. Thus, when he used his power to its fullest, that power would force apart the fragile connections between the fragments, bringing Jiang Yu the agony of his body being torn apart.
This was the conclusion Black Cleave had reached on its own. As for whether it was correct, it could not give a definite answer.
Perhaps it was because of the power of Beauty, perhaps because of his beautiful appearance, perhaps because of Jiang Yu's formidable strength, or perhaps simply because of his cheerful personality-ever since Argenti had taken Black Cleave away and given it to Jiang Yu as a weapon, it had hardly thought about how to harm others.