Shamuel's tone was a mixture of surprise and delight, as if Westheid drawing [Shadow-Born] so easily was an unexpected, pleasant surprise.
'She doesn't seem to know this weapon is already bound to me... Does the Shadow Flame Duke know?'
Duke Qinghui's navy-violet eyes grew pensive. He stared into Shamuel's blazing orange-red eyes, lost in thought.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Yolanda, keenly sensing the Patriarch's emotional shift, immediately asked.
"Is there a problem with this blade?"
Westheid didn't answer. Instead, he tightened his grip on the gracefully curved [Shadow-Born]. He had no idea when this thing had bound itself to him, but there was no denying it was a perfect fit.
Its appearance, attributes, and power all seemed tailor-made for him. From the moment he grasped it, he couldn't bear to let go. Westheid wasn't one to get attached to objects—to him, they were just tools to be used up and cast aside. And yet, [Shadow-Born] sparked a strange, lingering affection in him.
