Two large sunbeams lighting the room cast a warm but slightly uncomfortable glow over the dim setting. Sereya was lounging comfortably in one of the armchairs, and in the room, there was a single object that even Azenike couldn't take his eyes off.
Right in the middle of the table stood a crystal-like sword, glowing in soft hues of light blue and white, embedded into the wood.
As the sunlight hit it, the reflections on its surface spread a cold yet mesmerizing brightness throughout the room, altering the atmosphere. The more you looked at it, the more your eyes were drawn in, as if it pulled you in against your will.
Noticing his gaze locked on the sword, Sereya leaned further back in her seat.
"Beautiful, isn't it? My sword… my precious," she said with a faint smile. "Don't stare too long, alright? You might fall for it."
Azenike found her words a bit odd but didn't show it. It's just a crystal sword, she's exaggerating… whatever, he thought to himself and let it go.
