Chapter 34

Zaric

The VIP section was silent.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, my fingers tapping idly against the armrest as my gaze fixed on the object before me.

The red sword. Or rather, the sword that used to be red.

Now it lay dull and colorless, resting on a velvet pillow. Its silvery-grey blade caught the faintest glimmer of light, yet to the untrained eye, there was nothing