Lugh's unnatural gaze remained fixed on the enchanted blade in his hands. He sat at the back of a transport vehicle, part of a vast convoy bound for the capital.
Though he was motionless, his presence alone was enough to disturb those around him.
Passengers scuttled away, leaving an empty zone around him, as if fearing some unseen force might reach out and ensnare them.
I'll be back soon.
Xhi had told him that before vanishing.
Three days had passed since.
The enchanted dagger named Dain had been lost in the crumbling ruins.
In its place, Lugh now held an enchanted sword with a faint purple gleam, though its eerie glow remained unseen beneath the cloth it had been wrapped in.
The weapon had not resized to fit him. It had not done so for the elf, either.
And Lyra still lived.
Of this he was sure.
She had been run through, but the entropy enchantment could not have been activated by anyone except its wielder.
