A light pierced the skies, but unlike previously, a sense of malevolence carried along with it. Adorned with shimmering lights, Durendal split apart, harnessing the powers of both elements while allowing itself to garner both Holy and Demonic.
No, it wasn't either of those. It was, in fact, Everything and Nothing.
Good and Evil were simply subjective. However, either something existed, or it didn't. That was objective.
Durendal's blade, when coated with mana, now displayed two halves. One contained a yellow, cheerful light, while the other exuded an atramentous aura of nothingness. That was the line that separated Everything and Nothing.
"A B-Grade Artifact this early on," commented Alex, letting out boisterous laughter at the absurd scene. Durendal's emotions gained a bit of clarity, and the sword's connection to Alex's soul became deeper.