Echoes of the Sword's Legend
Selena blinked, genuinely confused.
What was there to see?
"This is just an ordinary treasure," she replied honestly, her tone calm and unpretentious. "Not even a Spirit Treasure."
Rex Vine did not argue.
He simply said, voice calm and steady, his fingers brushing lightly along the Amethyst Mist Sword's scabbard,
"Although this sword's grade is not high… its owner was once an existence that many could never reach."
He paused. The breeze lifted a few strands of his black hair, and for a heartbeat the fractured street fell silent. Even the distant murmurs of the crowd seemed to withdraw.
Then he continued speaking, voice lower now, almost reflective.
"For the weak, they rely more on the power of treasured weapons. However, to a true sword expert, even an ordinary iron sword can be invincible in the world."
His gaze drifted beyond the ruined rooftops, as though he were staring across distant years rather than cracked tiles.
