"When I pulled it out… the ground started shaking and I thought I was going to be swallowed up under the ground by the earthquake but shortly after the shaking stopped and I heard sounds… it was the sword, it spoke to me.” He said, his voice mischievous.
“What did it say?” Luca asked, leaning forward.
“I don’t know… Hums. Voices, ancient songs like a chant in hell!” he replied, exaggerating. “All I heard were these words ‘safe’ the ‘destroyer’ and twisted ancient satanic chants like that.” He grimaced.
“They say it was owned by either a powerful sorcerer, a witch, a nine council member? A combination of all? Who knows?.” He shrugged and chuckled.
“But whoever possessed this sword according to the legendary tales, had only one intention and that was to stop the rogue wolf from uniting t
