"Indeed. Let me see it for a moment," Archeas extended its short arm forward.
Ian, gripping the blade, handed the hilt of the sword to it. Despite its current form, Ian had no concerns about Archeas being swayed by the cursed sword.
As Archeas grasped the hilt, a faint vibration emanated from the blade, only to quickly subside. Archeas held the sword in both hands, its eyes scanning the dark, gleaming blade as it spoke.
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