Chapter Twenty-SevenArket and Cornell flew up to the tiny speck of black in the sky. Jorin was still there, and neither of them knew what he was doing, nor did they care. The second the two of them got level with him. Jorin backed off in a hurry. “Arket, how did you get that blade?” he asked and for the first time sounded worried.
“Shut up and fight us,” Cornell said, but Arket's voice said as they blended together. Jorin didn't know how he was going to fight a literal weapon of the Gods and all of the sudden this was really unfair to him and he knew it.
“You know, back in the day I held Ventrix. I never used the weapon because as much as I wanted to win, I never wanted to doom the world in the process,” Jorin said as he stared at the burning blade. “Looks like I was a fool back then. So
