"You're awake," said Procella as Alex's eyelids slowly opened. The fog caused by his blurry vision faded, allowing him to see a clearer world. His perception had grown… his body felt lighter, and his breathing pattern seemed to have been optimized.
Alex's eyes were a brighter shade of amethyst, and his existence felt a lot more… present.
"What happened?" Alex asked, observing his surroundings while caressing his hands, which were filled with calluses that leaked blood.
"Draw your sword," Procella ordered, forging the Law Sword in her hands again.
"What?"
"Do it," Procella reinforced her previous words. Alex knew there was no point protesting and quickly unsheathed Durendal. The silver sword was tattered, something that had never occurred before.
Durendal was known to be indestructible… so…
"Laws can break down virtually anything," Procella explained. "Durendal is on the verge of breaking because of my Law Sword."