After more than two weeks of familiarity and exploration, Lyra had almost completely mastered this Sword of Light.
If she wanted, she could even intuitively feel the sensation of the blade cutting through skin and the warm, sticky blood spraying onto the sword through the mental energy attached to it.
At this moment, Lyra could feel that the sword was being influenced by something, with continuous mental triggers causing it to resonate.
Her fingers tightened around the hilt, the sharp tip of the sword pressing into the ground, slightly sinking into the soil.
Lyra gazed at the reflection of the dawn light on the holy sword, her clear blue eyes mirroring the scattered brightness.
After half a minute, the Sword of Light's anomaly disappeared, and everything returned to calm, though Lyra's heart still lingered with that strange and peculiar feeling.
