"Tell me about this sword. What kind of sword is it?"
Emrys pointed the deformed sword at the Abyssal, eager to uncover its origin. Despite its seemingly irregular appearance, it was clear that this weapon was far from ordinary.
The Abyssal clicked his tongue and refused to answer.
Emrys frowned at the Abyssal's refusal. The tension in the air thickened as he stared down the Abyssal. The deformed sword was still held firmly in his grasp. The weapon's surface seemed to shimmer slightly, almost as if reacting to the unspoken confrontation between Emrys and the Abyssal.
After a few moments of silence, Emrys sighed. "Very well," he said, his voice calm but with an underlying edge. "Since you are not willing to tell me about this sword, I'll find out on my own."
The Abyssal sneered, clearly unconcerned with Emrys's threat. "Do you truly think you can find out that sword's truth?"