"Look! Quickly, look at my axe!"
Beastman Daniel suddenly raised his two-handed war axe, which had accompanied him through countless battles, its blade covered with dark purple oxidation marks and fine cracks.
At the moment when the silver-gray radiance swept across, those traces of Void contamination — the purple-black engravings and filthy light spots within the grooves emitting feeble corrosive aura, which even the craftsmanship of the Night Watchers struggled to eradicate — began to fade and dissipate visibly.
What remained were merely physical cracks and dents left by the destructive Void power.
Though the weapon was still damaged, the discomforting, seemingly-alive contamination, which seemed ready to spread again at any moment, vanished completely!
"My sword! Those damned purple rust spots are disappearing!"
"My goodness! I feel... the buzzing whispers in my head... have diminished!"
"The air! The air doesn't feel as irritating anymore!"
