As Chiron stepped into the arena, all eyes were on him.
He had not entered like he did the last time.
This time around, his sword was not sheath and as it dragged on the ground, it made a deep path in the earth that showed evidence of how heavy it was.
Its dark to black metallic surface did not shine under the light but gave one the impression that the sword swallowed the light instead.
Chiron's sword was crooked at its edges. It really did not look like the work of a master's craftman, but like the 'wannabe' of a child.
However, this sword had slowly gotten a reputation for itself, and even at this moment, all the chiefs had their eyes on it. Some of them even desired it. After all, it was a popular rumor that the sword was the reason why a person without cultivation like Chiron was able to climb so far.
