But Thrain didn't understand. What he was looking at was an ordinary sword covered in rust. How could something like that be dangerous?
Even then, he had lived through a lot of battles, and he knew to trust his body. He raised his right hand, and the light from the sun flowed down like thick rain, enveloping him in layers like a second armor.
He breathed a sigh of relief after that, and his eyes narrowed as he watched Atrox. "You. You've used up all the essence in your core? How? Well, no matter."
Atrox watched him, and his hand tightened on the sword. He took a deep breath. "Time to feel my anger."
Thrain sneered. "Enough of this bullshit about revenge and all that. Are you seriously angry about an old wretch's death? You..."
Atrox was done listening to him. With the remaining essence in his body, he took a step and was immediately in front of the man.
Thrain's eyes widened, and he cursed as he raised a sword of light.
Atrox slashed down with his own sword.
