Everything Set For Trapping Amara
"That's sad. I will ask the chef to make some porridge for her." Das replied while placing the long sword inside the guitar box.
Next, he took out the cursed sword, which was shining a crimson red color. A smile formed on his face as he stared at the sharp edges of the sword. He doesn't know how, but the cursed sword always stayed sharp, and its color didn't fade a bit.
"Why don't you shine this rusty sword?" Kavi asked with a curious look.
Das lifted his head and passed the sword to her. "Hold this sword. You will know the reason."
Just as she picked up the sword, Kavi almost lost her grip. "It's too heavy." Kavi muttered while using two hands to hold the sword with a struggling face.
Das took back the sword and placed it carefully in the guitar box. "Do you feel anything while holding that sword?" Das asked while carefully placing the guitar box on one side.