Chapter 576: Blue Dragon Sword
Max stood quietly for a moment, pondering his next move as he scanned the rows of swords once more. None of them had truly resonated with him so far, and he didn’t want to settle for something that wouldn’t be able to carry the weight of his strength or the burden of his path.
Finally, he turned toward Lord Harthorne and asked, "Lord Harthorne, I want a sword that has some weight to it—but not a heavy or oversized blade. Its size should be like that of a normal sword. Also, I want it to be compatible with sword concepts. I don’t want it to hold me back when I release my concept."
Lord Harthorne tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering the request. "A sword with weight, but standard in size, and capable of withstanding a powerful sword concept?" he muttered, then looked at Max with a nod. "There are plenty of swords in the Treasure Hall that fit that description—but I can’t say which one will feel right to you."
He paused for a moment, then added with a light smile, "How about this—why don’t you release your sword concept? Let it fill the hall. There’s a mechanism in place here that allows weapons to react when someone releases their concept. That way, only the swords that resonate with your concept will respond. It’ll help narrow things down and make the choice easier."
Max blinked in surprise. "I can do that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"This Treasure Hall was designed that way," Lord Harthorne said, his smile deepening as he raised a hand. A holographic screen blinked into existence before him, layered with glowing icons and arrays. He swiped through it quickly, tapping a few commands with practiced ease. "There. It’s activated. Now all you have to do is release your concept. The swords that resonate with it will respond."
He stepped back, giving Max space, and Lady Virelia silently followed suit, watching with quiet interest.
Max took a deep breath and nodded. Then, without hesitation, he released his Concept of Severing Sword. The change was instant. A wild, untamed aura burst from his body, like an invisible wave crashing outward through the hall. The air trembled under its force.
The concept was sharp, raw, and domineering—an aura that didn’t just cut, but threatened to sever the very essence of whatever it touched.