Rosalind stumbled back two steps, her face white. "Lynara, what kind of cursed thing are you holding?!"
She asked because Edwin had already ascended. Immortal energy shielded his body.
An ordinary weapon couldn't have come within a foot of him.
So in her mind, my blade had to be something unholy.
I raised the short sword, letting the light catch its edge. My voice was flat and cold. "Cursed? No demon is worthy of wielding this."
"But you'll find out what it is soon enough."
I crouched beside Edwin's body and used the blade to carve out his heart.
"Since our dear senior brother had no heart to speak of, his heart's blood might as well serve a better purpose. A blood offering for my sword."
"Lynara, you vicious monster!"
Rosalind's eyes went red with rage. She summoned her weapon and lunged at me.
But at the critical moment, a celestial soldier beside her seized her arm and hauled her back, his hand trembling as he pointed at the sword hovering above Edwin's corpse.
"Lady Rosalind, look. Your junior sister's sword... something's wrong with it. It's drinking the blood on its own."
Rosalind didn't care. She scoffed. "Cursed objects never play by the rules. What's so strange about that?"