"Show me your best weapon," Aldred said.
Avre took a deep breath before she nodded and led them to the deepest floor.
When she pushed open the gate, they entered a wide round hall, but there was no item there.
Except one.
In the center of the room, on a pedestal, a majestic sword lay dormant. It seemed like a sword only worthy to be wielded by a king. It radiated out a golden aura, as though it could cut through anything.
As Aldred stepped forward, the sword flashed. A shimmering light went through the blade, and the golden aura intensified Then, with a faint sound, the sword drew itself from its pedestal, gliding through the air toward Aldred. It stood tall as if it was a king looking down at its subordinates.
Then, when Aldred summoned the Phantom Doomblade once again, the golden aura from the blade faded. It shook then lowered itself.