As Zarek extended his hand to pick up the sword, his gleaming blue pupils studied it with quiet curiosity.
The blade was as plain and unassuming as it could be, something you might expect to find in a cheap cosplay shop for just a few bucks.
A tense anticipation hung in the air. Mirabella, Alice, and the lean man with glasses all kept their eyes locked on him.
In that moment, their gazes flickered. Each took a deep, deliberate breath, their hearts pounding violently.
If Zarek truly was the one chosen by the Human God, then everything would be turned upside down.
Even Mirabella, normally so cold and calculated, showed a fleeting trace of hesitation in her eyes. It vanished in an instant, but it had been there.
Zarek placed his hand lightly on the hilt of the sword and gave it a tug.
"Hmm?"
He could feel the deep resistance, so intense that he couldn't move it even a fraction.
Veins bulged along his arms as he applied more force, his muscles straining.
