A single large sword enwrapped in cloth. A sword he could recognize anywhere by the shape of its guard alone, but the blade, the hilt… it told him everything he needed to know about this blade.
Wolf Prince stood before his eyes. The vaunted blade he sought was inside Ultima Hope. Yet, something was different from the Wolf Prince he knew; it was as if its soul had left its metal body.
Kyrie felt a connection to the sword, to his friend, but its soul, which had shone so brightly with bloodlust and eagerness for violence, was not there anymore. It was a husk, its soul vacant and nowhere to be seen.
Kyrie pursed his lips. He recognized those weapons. The weapons of his friends were around Wolf Prince, and the mighty blade stood on its own. What was the meaning of this? Was it a prophetic dream?
