Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, Andrew snorted coldly. He slapped the ground, using the momentum to leap upward.

Enraged, Shiloh adjusted her grip and tried to swing the massive sword upward in a low arc aimed at Andrew's legs. However, the greatsword in her hand suddenly emitted a deafening hum, as if it were resisting and refusing her command.

The next moment, Shiloh cried out in pain as the sword was violently thrown from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Both Andrew and she were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Shiloh looked at her palms, which were now covered in scorch marks; the sword had burned her.

"There's something strange about this sword!" Andrew exclaimed in disbelief.

Shiloh looked at the greatsword on the ground, her eyes now filled with wariness as well.

Andrew stepped around the sword and grabbed her slender wrist.

"Let go!" Shiloh tried to pull her hand back, her voice icy.

Ignoring her protest, Andrew said calmly, "Le