looked slightly amused by Draco's reaction.-My friend gave it to me saying it belonged to my first apprentice. It is yours, just as Master Vittoro wanted it to be.
At the sound of the hammer and anvil grandmaster's name Draco went pale. Everyone had heard of the famous Atlantean armsmith and his sons, who, along with Herman Waffenkreuz, were the most respected armourers in the entire known world. He looked with wide-open eyes first at the weapon and then at the smiling master.
-That's all the more reason why I can't...-He choked out looking away.
-Well, don't argue with your master.- Darius threatened him with his finger laughing under his breath.-This is my gift to you and a proof that you are my disciple. You can't refuse.- He added with a sassy smile.
Draco stood for a moment unsure of what to do next, but when impatience appeared on his master's face and he saw stubbornness in his eyes he realised that he really had no other choice.
-Thank you master.- He bowed low and then extended his hand towards the hilt. He stopped it a few millimetres away, took a deep breath and grasped it firmly.
It was a strange feeling, as if he had suddenly come into contact with something that wanted to influence him, and at the same time wanted him to influence it. It felt like when his power was first made known to him. Reflexively, he closed his eyes and immediately found himself in the same dark space standing in the middle of a ball of light. However, he sensed something else here. A new presence, somewhere ahead of him, just beyond the edge of the light. He moved towards it and the luminous sphere followed him, it seemed to him that it was bigger than before, but he couldn't tell if it was just his impression or reality.
He felt himself approaching this new presence. A shape blurred in the darkness. The sword looked like it was suspended in space, held up by shadows. He was getting closer and closer, he could already see
