324 Land of the Giants.

Three months later.

Lucius sat in the lotus position inside his room within the spaceship. His eyes were closed, seemingly in a trance, while before his figure floated the newly forged scythe.

The weapon constantly released an oppressive reddish-black miasma that then gathered together and flew towards its owner's body. The moment it came in contact with his skin, the miasma sunk into his body and started to circulate alongside his soul power.

The crimson veins on the body of the weapon continued to pulse with vitality while the blade's edge gleamed with sharpness. Overall, the scythe looked mostly similar to its previous appearance.

However, if one were to observe the weapon closely and compare it to how it was immediately after the reforging, one would be able to immediately spot a difference. 

The weapon felt less…alive.