As Saverio kept his gaze on the relic, he felt a sudden pull at the wound on his upper abdomen and he didn't hesitate to let out a small groan. Shaman Gu whose gaze was also busy fixed on the huge mirror before them put his attention to him and knowing what happened without questioning said, "You are feeling the pain because you were stabbed by a cursed sword which was created by demonic power."
"Demonic power?" He slurred, he didn't mean to but the effect of the injury kept taking a toll on him. As a man, he could only grit his teeth and swallow the excruciating pain. His gaze went back to the mirror before them.
The mirror was large, however, it had a wooden stand in which its wooden legs stood stiffly on the ground. Around the glass of the round mirror was a red-painted wood holding the glass into focus. He watched how the red and orange confounded liquids danced within the mirror.
