To satisfy the needs of the genuine Sword of Light on a personal level was nearly impossible for the followers of the Dusk Cult.
"This genuine Sword of Light is more valuable than the prototype, right?" Xi Mu handed out the Sword of Light.
The dwarven girl stepped back, having no intention of taking the genuine Sword of Light, as she was very aware of her own moral standards.
It was impossible to take up the genuine Sword of Light anyway.
"What we want is the prototype of the Sword of Light, not that one with usage restrictions."
"I cannot hand that sword over to you," Xi Mu shook his head, his expression very firm.
In response, the dwarven girl said nothing, only casting her gaze towards the civilians in the square, where some of the bound civilians broke free from the followers of the Dusk Cult's watch and rushed to Ahtal's feet, kneeling down instantly.
"Lord Ahtal, please save us!" a delicately dressed, beautiful young woman clung to Ahtal's thigh, looking up pitifully.
