Ch 15
“Come, Bob, let us draw our swords in unison,” said Riufen, shaking in excitement. He jabbed his fingers into the back of his neck. He grabbed on to the tip of his spinal cord and slowly tore it out, showing no sign of pain. Another spine formed as soon as he pulled it out. He stood tall as he held his own spine in front of him.
“So your spinal cord is your sword. That is very unique, if not cumbersome. My sword is made up of souls.”
Souls leaked out of Bob, fusing together until the Atma blade formed.
