'Master, this sword feels familiar,' Archie murmured, his eyes clouded with a distant gaze. Suddenly, he clutched his head and let out a pained groan.
'Archie!' Michael shouted inwardly, his heart racing. He hastily dropped the sword in a panic. It was the first time he had witnessed the relic spirit in such agony, and it deeply concerned him.
'I-I'm okay,' Archie reassured, slowly rising to his feet while still gripping his head, enduring the lingering pain.
'What happened?' Michael asked, his voice laced with worry.
'It felt similar to when fragments of information would flow into my mind, but this time it was as if something forcefully prevented it from assimilating,' Archie explained slowly, attempting to articulate the unsettling experience.
'Huh?' Michael was bewildered. This was the first time such a thing had occurred. 'What could have caused this?' he fretted.
