NBFF 78

Oh Hyeonseong returned to his room and stared intently at the dagger.

One of the Thirteen Weapons of the Old Man—Sword No. 7, Danwol .

Although it had once been destroyed, it was one of the weapons he had used for the longest time throughout his career as a hunter.

The fact that it still felt like a part of his own body despite holding it again after so long was proof of just how many years they had spent together.

But right now, it looked different from anything he had ever seen before.

A pure-white dagger that seemed as though moonlight had been melted into its blade, with an alien green aura shimmering faintly around it.

“What is this?”

Oh Hyeonseong let out a low groan.

Even though he had used the dagger for years, this was a phenomenon he had never seen before.

At the same time, however,…