Jordan hissed sharply as he faced the guardian, who was a zombie wizard in armor.
Everything around them had grown silent, you could think that maybe everyone else had been killed or worse. There was no sound coming from anything like before. The guardian must have been controlling the entire plane.
He drew his blade and tightened the grip he had on the black blade's hilt. The blade was rigid, but don't let that confuse you, the blade was sharper than one hundred freshly made swords that haven't had a single taste of blood or war. The blade was forged by August after Leon defeated one of Talon's dragons. The other dragons disappeared after that, and there hadn't been a sign of them for a year now.
The blade had been made for only Jordan thanks to August's celestial magic and his blood which linked him to the blade's true power. This was going to be his first time using it in an actual battle other than cutting apple slices.
