With a subtle gesture, Zack summoned the Goblin King's sword. The weapon appeared in front of him, its dark blade gleaming with an eerie light. The redhead's eyes widened, and she took an involuntary step back. The sword was unlike anything she had seen before, both in its craftsmanship and the palpable power it radiated.
"This is one of the weapons I was talking about," Zack said, his voice calm but firm. He watched her reaction closely, looking for any sign of recognition or ulterior motive.
The redhead's gaze flicked between the sword and Zack, a mix of curiosity and wariness in her expression. She didn't reach for a weapon or call for help, but her guarded stance remained.
"This is one of his creations," Zack explained when he tried to use his arms. "We have a bunch of similar ones to this."
