"I need to sit for a moment..." Alex sat down on a fountain, lost in thought. What he just heard wasn't the sort of thing one expects to hear casually from a random forest-dweller.
Before, his theory was simple: maybe this person had angered a witch, a sorceress, or some kind of curse-giver. He figured they'd just ask him to kill whoever cursed them, and that would be the end of it. But now...
How had he not heard about this before? If the Trabzon Empire was destroyed 300 years ago, remnants of such a powerful empire should still be around, especially if...
"I understand if you don't wish to help—" Ariadne began, her voice faltering.
"You're talking about the Sword of Cronus, right? That's the last thing you heard?" Alex interrupted, locking eyes with her.
"Yes, I don't know much bu—" Ariadne stopped when another voice cut in.
"I do," Antonia said, her demeanor shifting completely.
