"My Lord has a message for you."
A deep voice echoed through the silence. The room suddenly felt small.
His eyes widened briefly before acting on instinct and summoning dark sister in his hand.
Cadel's large figure wasn't moved by the blade's appearance but his deep blue eyes seemed to have betrayed him as they moved to catch a quick glimpse of the rune-smithed weapon. How couldn't he? It was an exquisite sword after all.
"A message from your lord?" Arthur didn't believe that this thing, capable of killing elven soldiers, was just a messenger. It had killed them so fast that no sound had escaped the room.
'Is this part of the message?'
