Artins approached Shumal as they both watched from a distance and whispered: "Is that what I think it is?"
"If you are referring to that sword in that black-haired boy's hand then yes I noticed that too. But, no way a commoner like him can possess a legendary sword like that. Hardly, three of them exist in the whole world." Shumal replied in a hushed voice.
"We only know the whereabouts of two of them. The third one was lost during the Last Great War. It could be that one."
"Doesn't your father possess one?" Shumal turned around to face him.
"Yes, it has been in our family for generations. It was gifted to one of my ancestors by the King of Folkshel Realm as a thank-you gift for his help against the monsters of the Dark Realm. It was a time when monsters from Dark Realm roamed free."
"Sweet deal, and who possesses the other one?" Shumal asked.
