At the very center of the room, covered by the hanging curtains was a long sword emitting a golden aura hovered in the air. They walked towards it and the nearer they got, the more beautiful it became. It was a straight, double bladed, black sword that had a golden hilt and pommel. The area where the blade and the hilt met, started a pair of dark wings that curved and extended up to the round pommel of the sword. Tying the ends of the wings was a long and thin golden ribbon with small bells at its end.
"That's a… Zweihänder," Elliot broke the silence.
Ducis nodded. "That sword is a sign of my approval as the First Gate. You may take it, master."
"Huh? Why should I? And why would you just give it?"
"To help you on the next journey that you need to take," he replied with his face turned sullen.
"Journey to where? And why do I need to take it?"
"I… I'm sorry."
