Wu Lin took a deep breath, gently lifting the blade of his sword, pointing the tip toward the sky. He closed his eyes, seeming to hold a silent conversation with the weapon.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, a fierce flash of determination in them. He lightly dragged the blade across his arm, and fresh blood slowly trickled down, staining the metal crimson.
As it soaked up the blood, the giant sword seemed to come to life. The blade began to vibrate slightly, emitting a low hum.
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