Who Took The Sword?
Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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The other half of the ground trembled beneath them as the sword disappeared, leaving Gustav standing in stunned silence, his outstretched hand still hovering where the sword had been moments before.
Endric stared at the empty space where the sword had been. "It's gone…" he whispered in confusion.
The battlefield fell silent once more, but the tension hung heavy in the air.
Gustav lowered his hand slowly as his eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent. 'Who took it?'
The scene here was one of utter devastation. Half of the world had been destroyed.
What was left of the terrain was pointy broken landscape, dotted with deep craters and gaping fissures that stretched into the distance. Dark clouds of dust and debris still hung in the air, drifting slowly as though time itself had been fractured. The only sound was the faint crackling of energy dissipating into the void.