I stared down at the sword. A material holding pieces of my own evolutionary materials. As it was impossible to trap souls physically, there was a way one could do it: using a soul-absorbing metal.
"And this sword here is… what I needed. It has over a hundred decaying warrior souls, and that goddamn vampire probably thought I wouldn't be able to get this. How unlucky for her. Also, apparently, he was supposed to be selling it, but I guess there's no need for that anymore… I don't even know what just happened…" I muttered before shrugging. I mean, a win is a win, and it's better than nothing.
Upon picking up the sword, I braced myself for an assault of power or something like that. Yet, nothing happened. It was really just a broken sword that was duller than an entire stone pillar. This made me really wonder if it held the souls I needed inside.
