"From what I've heard, that sword seems to be something incredible. Why didn't you draw it out?" Roland asked curiously. "Isn't it every Warrior's dream to carry a marvelous weapon?"
Hawk said with a bitter smile, "I had reported it to the guild and hoped that someone would team up with us to draw that sword out, as the places where swords are sealed are mostly guarded by powerful creatures. But my guild is gone now."
Hawk was clearly at a loss. He seemed to have lost his purpose and his ambitions.
He looked like a totally different person from the "madman" who destroyed a small nobody family at the cost of infinite deaths.
Roland sympathized with him.
He knew that Hawk had been a member of Silver Wings since his freshman year in college, and that he had always been a member of that guild in every game. Seven years had passed. How many seven years could a person have in his own life?
