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cursed sword (2)

He looks carefully and attentively at the sword lying on the bed, he is afraid to touch it again, the last time he touched it he suffered as if he had died a hundred times "don't even think about me touching you again, damn sword".

Ignoring the sword, he decides to take a hot bath and rest, after all that happened during the day.

Entering the bathroom, he sees a bathtub in one corner and a shower in the other divided by a mirror. Putting on his towel he goes to the bathtub, turning on the water faucet a little to fill the tub, turning around he looks at a large mirror on the wall, looking in the mirror he looks at the scar gorr made on his chest. running his hand over the scar he says "it disappears", the skin of the scar starts to close and gradually merge, until it is as good as new "thank goodness, I was able to keep some of my original power in this body before I fell to this continent".