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... that cuts all things."
Enkrid swung it with just enough Will to avoid collapse, and a pale bluish glow rose from the blade. At the same time, the sword clung more tightly to his hand.
What should he call this feeling?
A sense of becoming one with the sword?
That was how it felt. He thought back to how Rem always said his axe was like an extension of himself—maybe this was what he meant.
The extended blade of Penna grazed across the bridge of the martial a ...
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