"My son has told me to keep you alive, but I think I'm unable to do so," Mirza said as he unsheathed the golden hilted sword.
The blazing fire emerged as the sword was unsheathed, Dhongi's eyes stuck to the inferno emitting sword. The sword was out in the air, it glimmered like magma, and the surrounding of the sword had a wobbly cast.
The fire slowly climbed from the golden handle to the hand of the king and slowly made its way forward, the area where the fire came a strange scorching armour formed, it glowed in magma just like the sword.
