Ezra tried to leap out of the bed and run away, but his entire body screamed in pain, and he was unable to move. He fell back on the bed with a loud groan.
"Your body is pretty much useless for the time being. You allowed that sword to suck you dry.
Look at you lying down—pitiful, weak. You have become nothing in less than a day.
But this is a talk for later. For now, I want you to tell me about the origin of the sword," Silva said.
Ezra hesitated, but he could feel Silva's bloodlust pressing down on him, so he spoke immediately.
"Years ago, I had just become the king. Young and vibrant, looking for ways that I would better the kingdom.
It was a foolish endeavor, and I understood that soon, because in the depths of our kingdom, the evil and the bad walk around.