From the Depths of the Earth (1)

"I told you Iris would be against it," Amelia frowned as she met Killian at the training grounds on the upper level of Helheim.

The Night King raised a brow at her before throwing a sword toward her, which she easily grabbed midair. With her heightened senses as a part demon, Amelia's physical strength was unmatched by any human swordmaster.

Killian stood and held his sword at his side. It was a beautiful blade with a silver hilt, but its blade was so dark that it was nearly pitch black. Amelia had never seen anything like it before.

Meanwhile, the sword in her hand felt wrong for Amelia. The balance wasn't perfect, and the hilt didn't quite fit her palm. It was unlike the demonic sword she used to have. That one felt like an extension of herself, but not this blade.

"I told you not to worry about it. You became the Silver King for a reason," Killian replied as they started their sparing session.