A Fight.

Once Abaddon realized that the weapon was a fake, he let out a dangerous growl as he obliterated the replica with destruction magic and let the ashes be blown by the wind.

"We're too late.. The weapon is likely already within the hands of the gods!"

In a rare moment of coolheadedness, Valerie touched her husband's chest softly as she tried to calm him down.

"It will be fine though… We can still collect it at a later date."

"Are you not concerned that the day we find the weapon again will be the day it is used against us?"

"Well, no. I realize that it is an inevitability, but am I concerned about it…? Not really."

"What?"

"I don't mean to sound arrogant. But you must already be aware that we would never allow anything to happen to you.

Even if someone comes to use the sword against you, we will kill them and take it back all the same. No matter what we have to do."

"You should not need to protect me-"