Time slowly passed, and the sentient spirit within the purple scythe gradually grew silent. Its roars of displeasure and hatred eventually disappeared, replaced by an abstract and unfocused look on its face.
The sentient spirit no longer looked at Grey with an expression of disdain. Its features became blank and lifeless as Grey branded his divine sense onto it, forcefully engraving his will into its very existence.
Eventually, two full hours passed before the soul weapon was refined and officially became Grey's.
His expression remained calm, but internally, violent waves roared through his mind.
With just a single thought, he could cause the scythe to self-destruct. If that happened, the sentient spirit within it would also perish.
However, that was not the true reason shock appeared in Grey's mind.
The moment the soul weapon became his, he sensed a deeply suppressed fluctuation emanating from within the weapon.
