– Frey Starlight's POV –
"Hufffff"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as sweat poured down my body.
Clutching the Dark Sister tightly, I struggled to control the wild fluctuations of aura emanating from it. Uriel wasn't in much better shape .. her body drenched in sweat as she funneled every drop of her holy power into the blade.
The entire room remained bathed in radiant light throughout the process, and time passed so quickly we barely noticed it .. too focused on the task before us to feel its weight.
"Just a little more…" Uriel said, blood trickling from her nose and staining her lips crimson.
"Don't push yourself," I said instinctively, to which she gave a faint smile.
"It's far too late for that. There's no turning back now."
I watched in silence as Uriel continued .. her hands never stopping as she poured holy aura into the blade like an endless reservoir. White lines began to spread across the black surface of the sword, like veins etched into steel.
