A Clash of Celestial Forces
Masal's voice carried an air of authority, tinged with a mixture of superiority and disappointment.
Dagon's eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of defiance and anger. "You may have forgotten, but I have chosen a different path. I will never bow down to your authority again, even if we were once siblings."
Masal's form flickered, her wings pulsating with ethereal energy as she moved closer to Dagon. "You were always the rebellious one, Dagon. But your defiance will cost you dearly."
As the tension escalated, I stood there, gripping the black sword tightly in my hand, my mind racing to find a way out of this dire situation. I knew I couldn't let Masal take the soul weapon. Its unimaginable power in her hands or anyone's would only lead to devastation and chaos.
There was a reason why Karma gave it to me and not the Fates. And there was a reason why Pheromone wanted it for her own although she had her own arsenal of weapons.