The smiling Skull drew closer <59:59>
Clawed was already a Great Demon-ranked demon.
This meant that he had seen his own share of the blade and its miraculousness.
He had seen its horrors, and like all demons, he had embraced its destruction.
The blade was a weapon with the purpose of only causing ugly deaths.
It carried with it an unfathomable curse.
Those that lived by it were to, without a doubt, die by the very edges they used to parry attacks.
This was knowledge that every warrior, whether demon or human, knew at a subconscious level.
There was nothing good about it. But such was the great ugliness of life.
However, when Lenny held his blade and moved, that curse to die by the blade had been reduced to nothing.
Clawed looked at him and felt the blessing of a man and a blade become entangled in the oneness that had become art.
But he was not the only one.
The raging crowd had suddenly quieted down.