The Cultivator's Revenge
He felt his blood running fast, but it felt foreign too heavy, too hot, too alive.
In the sand before him, the Black Sun Blade stood buried, its edge pulsing slowly as if breathing. Rayden walked toward it, each step leaving a glowing trail in the sand. His hand reached out hesitantly, and when his fingers touched the hilt—
Light burst from the blade, spiraling around Rayden’s body.
Wind exploded in every direction, sweeping dust and sand aside, creating a massive vortex that consumed all silence in the desert. Yet Rayden did not release his grip. Instead, he drew a deep breath and stared into the sword.
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