490 Ego

The feeling of me seeing the life of this piece of ore as if it was a movie was suddenly interrupted as I felt incredible pain in my hand.

Back in my sea of consciousness, the sword that I had gripped tightly had managed to slice its way out of my hand and free itself.

It pointed at the Dragon Soul, greedier than before, and shot toward it. But I wasn't going to allow it to do as it pleased, especially in my own domain.

I reached my hand forward to grasp the glowing sword once again, trying to stop it, but the weapon dodged again, and again arriving even faster at the tower as it bore through its walls and went right for the heart of the dragon's soul.

Yet, against the sword's expectation of finding a meek soul that it could destroy, the soul opened its eyes and held its hand up, stopping the sword in place.

Then the soul stood up and approached the frozen sword, grabbed it by the hilt, and swung it once.