Olen didn't even see the sword. He only saw a silver moon arc attacking his back.
The watcher, on the other hand, could see what the silver object was. Well, it wasn't an object. It was one of the Bronze golems that took the sky to help the royal ancestor just a little while ago.
Under the dim sun, its radiance changed from bronze to silver. Right now, it looks more like an angel than a golem.
When it's full moon, the bronze color would turn from bronze to white. The people of the city had often seen this phenomenon but never questioned it.
They were already used to it. Only the country bumpkins would question it.
But today… this made the watcher feel like the same country bumpkins he looked down upon. Now his mind is questioning, why it is so.
