"Could it be because I'm part of the demon race? It feels like The Immortals' Inheritance doesn't have anything suitable for me," Sini muttered, frowning as she stared at the giant sword in front of her.
She could sense a powerful force within the sword drawing her in, but whenever she tried to connect with it, the sensation would vanish.
It was as if that power didn't want her to refine it.
"Ugh," she sighed, frustrated, but unwilling to give up so easily. She closed her eyes again and focused, trying to sense the power once more.
...
John awoke around noon the next day.
The days of continuous fighting had taken a toll on him mentally.
As he became aware of the soft sensation beneath him, he realized he had been leaning on Sini the entire time.
A feeling of warmth filled his heart.
