Bloodlust
Fergus' eyes lit up as excitement tainted his smirk. Khan had exposed many of his abilities throughout missions and lessons, but his knife wasn't one of them. The network had connected it to the Rassec family, but that was it. Further investigations had been impossible due to the nobles' involvement.
Nevertheless, Fergus knew the weapon couldn't be a common item. The connection to a noble family could tell as much, but his battle experience also warned him. A weight had fallen on his chest, and a chilling sensation had invaded his stomach, making him keep his defenses up.
'Eat as much as you want,' Khan thought, securing the knife into his grip. 'Today is the day.'
A foreign bloodlust expanded inside Khan's mind. The mental connection with the cursed knife conveyed the weapon's excitement, and the feeling spread through his thoughts, affecting them.