Dusk Blades
Liam inspected the naked blade.
It looked terrifying and simultaneously beautiful.
Sort of like Liam's Ashura Form.
Liam didn't put the cart before the horse.
There was still the matter of inscribing it.
On its own, it was a Rank 2 upper-tier item!
And it was just one blade.
There was one more that he needed to make with the remaining tusks… but it was still a hard-earned success.
A tired smile appeared on Liam's pale, bloodshot face.
In the next instant, drowsiness washed over him like a gentle wave, forcing him to sleep.
A full day of rest later, Liam woke up and resumed his work.
He absorbed blood equal to the size of a small child's fist.
He let it ravage his mental sphere for hours, since the cook method also worked with blood.
Now that Liam's ichor was purer, it naturally put a greater pressure on him.