The devil abandoned his wives at the door when he heard the news.
He raced towards the room where his stubborn human bride is resting.
"My Lord, Kelin." Clyz bowed to the devil when he came in.
The poor demon shivered in fear as he felt the gaze of the devil on him.
"What happened?" The devil's eyes went straight to the human that was lying on the bed. His eyes narrowed at the axe on Gry's clutch.
"Sarit?" The devil sauntered to the human as his eyes took in the axe that was peacefully lying in the human's hand.
"The axe of flames chose when he walked through the rows of weapons," Clyz explained.
"He—" The devil can't believe his eyes.
For centuries now, the Axe of flames hasn't responded to anyone, not since the master vanished from the world.
Ever since then, the axe of flames has rejected anyone who tried to touch it.
The flames it releases whenever it's touched, had killed more than fifteen soldiers.
