Chapter 463- Berimal

"I-it was a sword… I-It moved on its own and cut the chain that was binding us"… 

"Yes, it was only the sword… it was moving and flying in the air on its own".

The testimonies of all the survivors told the same thing.

'A sword that can move on its own?' Xandros thought internally. "Did you all not see anything else? At least tell me you know how the sword looks like".

"C-Crimson… as red as blood"…

"Yes, it was radiating an intense heat and easily melted those huge chains".

Finally, Xandros got some clues "I see, you did well running away from them. For now take rest, we will take you back to the town safely" he offered; however, his suggestion was quickly shut down by some of the survivors.

"No, please allow us to help you. There is a camp a little far away from here, near a big pond. The orcs were taking us there, the other survivors are definitely held captive there".

"Please, you must help them".