Or maybe… it could?
Much to their disbelief, the sword did nothing to harm Alexa. It was as if it knew the will of its ultimate wielder. The blade pierced straight through her heart, yet not a single wound marred her skin. It was not an illusion, nor a trick of the mind—no, it was something far more terrifying. It was real.
And yet, it wasn't. It was beyond reality, beyond comprehension, beyond the very concept of harm as they understood it. A blade of Fate itself.
A shriek tore through the air, piercing the walls of the waiting room. The sound was agonizing, unnatural, a wail of something beyond mortality. Instinct took over—the leaders clutched their ears, bodies writhing as the sound burrowed into their very souls. But Pyris? He merely snorted, unbothered, untouched.
His grip on the hilt tightened as he yanked the sword free, his strength enough to shatter mountains, enough to command the world itself to move. And from the blade—
Something moved.
Something alive.
