Adam's eyes widened at the notification, his finger shooting toward the [Yes] button. It took all his willpower to let it hover without pressing it. After all, he had seen the blade in action. Negation of enchantment that could render adversaries vulnerable, absorption of energy that would rob them of their strength, unbreakable, able to be split into twin blades: the sword in his hand was perfect, definitely worthy of being a supreme mage-ranked artifact.
And yet, his eyes darted to Desmond. The teenager lay on his belly, barely able to push his torso up to give him a brilliant smile.
Adam tightened his lips in a thin line as his finger twitched on [No.]
With a sigh, he waved the notification window, scattering it into mist, then picked up the grimoire and climbed out of the crater. He helped Desmond up, coiling the boy's arm around his shoulder.
