Garen noticed that the runes on the rune blade moves on their own. Flamingo’s was the same, his sword having red runes. It’s not something logic can explain.
Even though the rune blade wasn’t able to deal enough damage to seriously hurt him, it was enough to break his skin. With just that, he didn’t dare to underestimate the white blade.
"White Eagle, can I have a look at your sword?" Garen asked calmly.
White Eagle flinched and looked at Garen, at the same time, he stole a look at Dale Quicksilver and hesitated.
"Sure."
He handed over his blade to Garen.
Holding it, Garen started to scrutinize the blade.
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Northern Territory
Somewhere deep within the fog
In the middle of the jungle formed with black statues.
Sylphalan half-kneeled on the ground, breathing heavily, one of his hands pressed on the ground while the other on his heart.
Lub-dub! Lub-dub!
His heartbeat, as loud as drums, echoed throughout the jungle of stone statues.
