As Ibaan's hand twitched slightly and moved toward the sword, a sudden force pulled from his palm, drawing the blade toward him. In the very next second, the sword trembled and shot back into his hand, the momentum pushing his arm backward.
His eyes widened even more at what had just happened.
The Utopian's Duke had another ability?
It could even return to its owner's hand on command—yet Ibaan hadn't intended anything like that. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. How could he have ordered it?
He was stunned. Whatever he had woven wasn't a simple weapon…
It was closer to a walking calamity.
Ibaan's lips curled into a grin as excitement surged through his chest, and another familiar panel appeared in the air.
[You have received half of the menace-strength punch: Menace Fist]
