A network of vein-like patterns appeared on the sword's body. Flesh then began to grow, twisting and mutating. The sword's tremors intensified, and a faint scream seemed to emerge, as if a tormented soul was sealed within.
Eventually, the longsword was completely encased in flesh. The sword body struggled and writhed as if it had truly come alive, eager to violently devour everything around it.
SWISH!
With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the mutated longsword flying. It embedded itself in the ground nearby, where dozens of other longswords were already planted.
The fleshy mutations on these other swords were far more grotesque. Compared to them, the serpent-shaped longsword he had just thrown looked positively infantile.
The moment the serpent-shaped longsword landed near them...
SWISH!!
...the surrounding swords acted like sharks that had smelled blood. Their flesh suddenly writhed, instantly coiling around the serpent-shaped longsword.
CRUNCH!! CRUNCH!!
