the force of the blow was greater at the end. The sword smoothly cut through the air leaving only a silver streak in its wake.
Draco felt that the weapon would serve him well, but he was also aware that despite the impression that he could handle the sword, he needed to get used to it, to familiarise himself with it, to master a technique that suited its balance and his own strength. He had no idea from where, but fencing techniques he had never encountered appeared in his mind. He began to suspect that Gler'thys itself was responsible for this. After all, it's not a normal sword, so something like this shouldn't surprise me. He smiled to himself and squeezed the handle even tighter. Time to go back. He thought and slowly opened his eyes.
He held the handle of the sword in a strong grip, and the weapon was identical to the one he had seen in the magic zone. The scabbard had also changed. It had now taken on a black colour and there were the same runes on it as on the sword. The ferrule had changed taking the shape of flames running down the blade. The weapon looked magnificent and Draco couldn't get enough of it. It belongs to me now. He thought, wondering if every mage bonding with Eil as Mageus felt as if he was reclaiming a part of himself that had always been waiting for him.
-Beautiful,- Bleist muttered staring at the weapon like a child at candy. He suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and leaned over slightly to look at something more closely.- Hmmm... Gler'thys. Interesting. There are three types of runes on the sword. Atlantean, dragon and...- He muttered intrigued. He looked as if he was trying to unravel some mysterious riddle.-I don't know these runes.-He rubbed his chin in dismay.-Do you know these signs?-He asked his apprentice tilting his head.
-Unfortunately master, I have never seen such.- Draco replied looking intrigued by the unfamiliar signs. He noticed that his aunt had put on her glasses and walked over to see
