Instinctively, Xavier crushed the shard.
He hadn't even use much force, yet the fragment burst into thousands of fine particles that slowly merged with his body.
Boom!
It felt like an explosion went off in his head.
Information and experience he had never possessed before flooded his mind.
Practicing slashes thousands of times.
Slicing necks.
The pungent smell of blood.
The thick, metallic scent of iron.
For a moment, he felt overwhelmed. Then, just as quickly as the discomfort came, it faded, and everything felt natural—like breathing.
This was the power of an experience shard. One not could clearly distinguish whether the memories and skills belonged to someone else or were their own. It was like remembering a technique you had mastered years ago.
Without even realizing it, changes had already became apparent the way Xavier held Warden Ruinblade changed.
