"Use the blades!"
Hearing the urgency in Sarenus's voice, Morgan's eyes widened in realisation.
While his body was bruised and battered, his mind was still clear, for the most part, considering he'd experienced how it felt to be split between Sarenus' consciousness and his own.
The mystical blades still contained a significant portion of energy from absorbing the silver ichor of the staggering number of veliscera it had slain.
During the void flow, the dual blades had also absorbed a significant portion of the mystical white flames and darkness from the Spirit Void, which essentially made them the best fallback plan.
Before he could fully process what was happening, his body was already instinctively moving on its own.
A split second later, he brandished the Blood Reaper blades, feeling the rampant residual energy contained within the blades.
Without much thought, he let out a shout, violently swinging the blades through the air at the same time.
