Chapter 58: Swordy
Clink. Clink—!
The sharp clang of metal rang through the training grounds as Ethan stepped inside, the air buzzing with tension and effort.
He had returned to his normal appearance—nothing too striking, just a touch above average. Enough to blend in, not stand out.
His sword rested calmly in his right hand, its matte black sheen dull under the training ground's filtered light. It didn't need to be out, not really. He can just store it and summon it whenever he needs it.
But Ethan couldn't help himself.
"I feel whole when I'm holding you," he whispered to the blade. "So unless there's a damn good reason, you'll stay by my side."
The sword hummed softly, a content resonance thrumming through his palm. As if pleased—no, honored—to be kept close.
Ethan smiled faintly, turning his eyes to the expanse ahead.
