A radiant light flared up around Lydia as she gathered her divine energy. She gasped in surprise. The power was far beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
With the power she had just absorbed from the sword, Lydia could now fully consecrate the weapons and armor of at least three people.
"What if you absorb the sword's power a few more times?" Sylas asked.
"Then I should be able to consecrate all of our weapons," Lydia replied confidently.
"Good. In that case, perform the consecrations at lunchtime, again in the evening, and one more time tomorrow morning. We can't keep dancing to the demon's tune, so let's prepare for the final battle tomorrow."
"Yes!" Lydia nodded vigorously. In a situation where everything had seemed bleak, they finally had a glimmer of hope.
Sylas left the room to inform the Corleone family's group about the plan. As soon as he was gone, the cursed sword began to tremble and hum nervously.