The clone’s mind was too complex for the sword to immediately take over. It would have to tear through layers and layers of mental barriers, so the clone was safe for a very long time.
Silva picked up the king and made a portal back to Lily’s lab in the labyrinth. The labyrinth was pretty much empty now, with only the abominations in the upper floors.
He arrived at her lab and contacted her to come. She arrived in minutes.
“You seem to have been calling for my help more often these past few days,” she said as she arrived.
“Indeed, I have, but what choice do I have? I can only depend on you for certain things,” Silva replied.
“Well, with your brain, if you just studied a bit, you would easily surpass me. So, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
Your next journey awaits at
Silva pointed at the sword in the hand of the clone. The moment she saw it, her face grew serious. “Release the sword at the count of three,” she said.
The clone nodded and waited for her count.
“One, two, three,” she counted, and the guard immediately let go. The sword tried to attach back to the clone, but Lily created a ball of water that surrounded the sword.
The sword tried to shoot out its tentacles, but the tentacles kept getting stuck inside the water and could not pass through.
She kept it that way for three minutes until the sword went dormant. She controlled the water ball and let it drop the sword onto the table.
She ensured that the sword touched nothing organic.
“If the sword doesn’t touch any organic life, it will go dormant after three minutes to save its energy,” Lily explained.
Silva unsummoned his clone and then asked, “We fought it for more than five minutes, and it didn’t go dormant.”
“Was it in contact with biological matter?” Lily asked.
“Well, yes. It was in contact with the arm of this idiot,” Silva said, looking at the king. He placed the king to the side to continue his sleep.
“Well, that explains why it was able to stay active for so long. It was fueling itself from the arm. Sure, it wouldn’t be able to stay out for too long and would be looking for a new host, but the arm can allow it to stay active for a bit,” Lily said.
“Hmm, you seem to be very knowledgeable about the sword,” Silva noted.
“Well, that is because I know what it is. You know that the dragons have been around from the time when even the demons and celestials walked the world.
And so, the dragons amassed a massive amount of knowledge, much of which you see in the library. During my readings and studies over the years, I came across details about this sinister blade.
It is a demon sword, one of the many types of demon swords—a very deadly one. It was made to be wielded as a last resort for demons, pouring their lives into the sword and causing havoc.
Even the demons themselves fear this sword, and its use is very limited. The sword’s name is the Soul Eater, and that is self-explanatory.
When a demon pulls out the Soul Eater, it is their last resort, their last moment to show themselves. And so, they throw away all their sanity and become barbaric beings built for killing.
The journey of the Soul Eater doesn’t just stop when the demon is killed. No, it stops when the sword is forcefully returned to a dormant state.
When the wielder of the sword can no longer bear its brunt, the sword takes over and erodes their minds.
They become mindless combatants controlled by the sword, fighting until their bodies can no longer hold on.
This weapon was seen as the pinnacle of evil, and so were the other weapons similar to it,” Lily concluded.
“Whoa, so this sword is something real demons use?” Silva asked. “Then how the hell does this idiot have one?”
“That is what I don’t understand. Such a weapon should not be here. Even if someone managed to take a sword from the demons, they would either become a corrupted being that everyone knows about and fears.
And if that somehow didn’t happen, there’s no way the sword would land in the hands of a low-level king. If it did, the empire and the holy kingdom would come to get it by force.
There’s no way to know how he got this until he wakes up,” Lily said.
“Hmm, it’s disturbing to think that something from the demon realm would somehow spew into ours. Whatever means it came by, I feel it’s a bad thing.
I had a dream where I fought someone using the Soul Eater sword, and that was before this idiot brought it here,” Silva said.
“I understand. I’ll look into the sword more and get back to you. You should take your guest and handle him, but before you go, shouldn’t I regenerate his arm?” Lily asked.
“Nope. I’ll have it healed up and turned into a stump. It is a memory of his battle. I want him to wake up every day and gaze at his missing hand.
And when he gazes at his missing hand, I want him to recall that it was Silva he pissed off, and this was the result of his actions,” Silva said.
He grabbed the unconscious king and created another portal into a room in the castle.
Immediately they arrived, Silva didn’t wait for the man to get enough rest. He threw him on the bed and wrapped the bleeding arm of Ezra.
Then Silva found the bathroom, took a bowl of cold water, and doused it over Ezra, forcing him to wake up.
When Ezra looked up and saw Silva, he felt a shiver down his spine and quickly backed away. Silva had automatically become the scariest thing the king had ever faced.