"Come, my friend. I'm going to need you for something."
Jamie reached into the suddenly appearing patch of darkness, his hand vanishing for a moment before emerging once more, this time gripping the hilt of a long sword.
The weapon had a polished obsidian hilt, and its blade looked as though it was forged from swirling black mist, glimmering with a faint, iridescent sheen.
It resembled the swirling galaxies and nebulae adorning the night sky—the image of outer space itself.
"Wait a second!"
Arthur reacted instantly at the sight of the sword, and at once, both his Ego Weapons manifested of their own accord.
[Galaxy Sword?!]
Celestia's voice rang out, naming the sword now in Jamie's grip—Rule Breaker Number 4.
The other sword, Lostvayne, also spoke, though neither Arthur nor Evan could hear the words directly.
The sword's voice operated on a frequency Lower Existences couldn't perceive, but Celestia translated.
[The Ego of the sword… it's asleep?]
