As his vision cleared, he almost panicked. His hand was gripping the stave from his vision as it stood on a silver display podium. Silver chains fell from the weapon to the floor, giving Kace a fright. Glancing around nervously he saw five other weapons of different varieties on display in the same manner.
Each one had a feeling of extreme anger and twisted grief emanating from them. Kace instinctively knew where he was at once. Though, he did not want to admit it to himself. A sudden rush of air washed over him as Sonja appeared in the doorway with a panicked expression upon her face.
"STOP!" She screamed, failing to notice that she was already too late.
Kace gave her an apologetic expression as she looked from him to the weapon in his hand. The panicked expression shifted to one of disbelief as she confirmed what she saw once again. 'He hasn't been turned to dust!' She thought as she took a sharp intake of air to fill her lungs.
