Arthfael feels surge of dark vile power course from the blade into his arm and to core of his being. Not sure was this power part of the sword or the curse. But he is fairly sure he sucked the cursed spirits or essence of that curse onto Shadowblade which is still in his hand. Then he hears the voice in his mind and sees face form into surface to golden scroll work of the blade. A beautiful face which aesthetics he can recognized but unmoved by them but the laughter felt...mildly disturbing. But he is unshakened and unafraid while he looked upon the face which has appeared on the hilt and he telepathically sends towards the sword;<strong><em>"Does my servant have a name then? Also what are your exact functions in the battle? Also what was exactly the black miasma what my dagger devoured in the killing blow? I sense it's soul energy but it's not anykind normal soul energy what I have yet perceived."</em></strong>