"And pour your chaos energy into the sword. And let me warn you, it is one hungry beast."
Jolthar was not sure of what she was saying, but he moved anyway.
The moment Jolthar's fingers closed around the grip, he understood why she had warned him. The sword was indeed like a thirsty beast—it immediately began drawing upon his chaos energy, not violently but with an inexorable hunger that seemed bottomless.
Within seconds, he felt a significant drain on his power.
"Control it," Ekatarina instructed. "Do not simply feed it—direct the flow. Make it serve your will, not the reverse."
Gritting his teeth, Jolthar tried to follow her instruction.
Instead of allowing the sword to draw freely upon his chaos energy, he attempted to regulate the flow, feeding it only what he chose to give. The weapon resisted, pulling harder, but gradually he managed to establish a balance.
