Burning Effects
"Shh, I want to check something!" Hao Xuan shushed the ox-man and concentrated on the connection he felt the moment he first took hold of the greatsword.
In his hands it wasn't just a chunk of metal molded in the shape of a blade but something much more intimate. There was a familiarity in every nook and cranny along the rough edges of the blade and the hilt felt warm to the touch as if it was alive.
He was the one gripping but it felt like it was the one holding onto him.
Hao Xuan cleared his mind and focused on the greatsword and as expected heard a sound in the back of his mind.
It sounded like songbirds chirping merrily at the break of dawn. He even felt the cold sensation of dewdrops rolling down his forearms as a vague image projected itself on his psyche.
And the very next moment the greatsword began to hum lightly, vibrating ever so gently.