"What is this?" Eryke raised an eyebrow as he looked at the scabbard before him. At first glance, it seemed simple, but anyone with even the slightest perception would know it was anything but.
He, whose Sword Will was sharper than that of everyone in the hall combined, felt its truth more deeply than anyone else.
This scabbard wasn't just an object, it felt like an extension of his Sword Will. A sword is never complete without its sheath, and this… this felt like the missing part.
There was no denying it: his Sword Will practically screamed for him to claim it.
And Eryke wasn't one to resist.
Eryke snapped out of his trance-like state, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the sect leader. "I wonder… Why is the Sect Leader showing me this?"
"This," the sect leader said slowly, "is one of the most treasured relics of the Mount Hua Sect, passed down through generations of sect leaders." He stood deliberately, step by step approaching Eryke, the scabbard held closely in his hands.
