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The instant that Orion and Elara entered Iron Fang Armory, a palpable change in ambiance surrounded them. The air was heavy with the lingering aroma of metal and magical oils, and the vaulted ceiling towered above, etched in delicate carvings of mythical warriors engaged in timeless combat. Towering chandeliers, forged from magical crystals, seemed to hang suspended, radiating a soft, ethereal light across the open room.
In spite of its vastness, there wasn't a single customer. The armoury was silent as the tomb, except for the sound of muffled armoured guards moving about in between posts. Their black-attired figures were statuesque, their eyes hard and well-trained. Maids in exquisite but functional uniforms were busy dusting relics and cleaning weapons until they shone like gold in magical light.
Unlike other market with busy with noise, this armoury is extremely quiet, Orion's keen eyes scanned the room, taking note of everything before landing on Laura, who was a few steps away, looking at him with her characteristic teasing smirk.
"Miss Laura," Orion said, his voice tranquil but inquiring. "Why is there not a single customer here?"
Laura emitted a gentle, suede laugh and edged closer slowly. "Oh, my lord," she whispered, tilting her head slightly. "This part of my armoury is not for anyone to access. Only. 'special' and 'honourable' patrons are welcome here."
Her golden eyes sparkled with mischievous intent as she trailed her fingers lightly down the edge of a nearby display table. The manner in which she moved—graceful, measured—was that of a woman who knew precisely how to enthrall. Orion, however, was not impressed, simply inclining his head in a neutral gesture.
"I see," he pondered. "So, that makes me special and honourable?"
Laura's lips twisted into an even more provocative smile. "But naturally," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Naturally, the weapons in this section are also. a bit expensive. Most common people wouldn't even think of being able to afford them."
She spoke like a veteran merchant, weaving an aura of exclusivity around her goods. Orion merely nodded. "That's to be expected."
Without losing another moment, he focused towards the expansive display cases of weapons running along the room.
As Orion moved ahead, his keen eyes swept through the display cases, each one of which was packed with weapons of awe-inspiring craftsmanship.
Spears inlaid with gold. Daggers made from the fangs of wyverns. Colossal war hammers emitting sheer power. Curved scimitars shining like molten silver. Even flexible whips made from magical fibres intended for precision and deadliness.
As Orion passed by them, his eyes grazed each item with keen interest. A bow of a hunter, its string thrumming with stored power. A sickle with a serrated, almost cruel blade. A pair of gauntlets sparking with internal lightning enchantments. Each item had a story behind it—stories of previous owners, conquests, and the blood they'd shed.
Laura stepped beside him; her voice as silky smooth as honey.
"This sword was used by the first Sword Saint of Eldora."
"This scythe was owned by a feared assassin on the continent."
"This bow is capable of discharging arrows composed of pure mana, cutting through even the strongest armour."
But, with so many masterpieces to choose from, Orion's heart was not moved.
No bond. No resonance.
None of the swords appealed to him.
Elara, seeing how silent he was, asked, "Brother, did you find something you prefer?" Orion breathed slowly. "Not yet."
He faced her, his dark eyes relaxing a bit. "And what about you, Elara? What weapon do you desire?"
She hesitated, her fingertips touching the tip of her chin in contemplation. "Something fluid. something that moves like water. Flexible, yet deadly."
Laura's golden eyes sparkled with approval. "Ah, a cultured choice, young miss. Come this way. Laura's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh? A versatile weapon, you say? How convenient! I have just the ideal selection for you, young miss." "
She took them to a part of the collection devoted to whips—a rare and challenging weapon to wield, but one of the deadliest in the hands of a master.
Elara's eyes raked over the selection:
A wind-magic whip, able to strike quicker than the eye could see.
A red whip imbued with fire crystals, its lash bursting into flames upon contact.
A steel-whipped whip, meant to cut through armour like paper.
But Elara's eyes were caught by one weapon.
A dark blue whip, hanging a little away from the rest. It glowed with a soft, rhythmic pulse, as if it were alive.
"This one." she whispered, moving closer.
Laura's expression turned knowing. "Ah. Azure Serpent. A weapon forged with the essence of an ocean serpent. It does not simply strike—it flows, it coils, it adapts. Once mastered, it moves with its wielder's intent, like an extension of their own will."
Elara's blue eyes shone with determination. She turned to Orion. "Brother, what do you think?"
Orion looked at her and gave a slight smile. "If you feel this will suit you, then have it."
Elara grinned with joy. "Then I take this whip!" then she said in concerned voice "But. you still haven't chosen a weapon yet. Look again—perhaps this time you'll see something you prefer."
Orion agreed then Back to the sword area, he continued his search.
Longswords, broadswords, rapiers—each one a work of art in and of itself. But none of them did anything for him.
Then his gaze fell on a specific sword.
A stunning silver blade, its surface softly luminous, old engravings carved along the hilt in a strange alphabet.
"Miss Laura," he said. "Tell me about this one."
Laura's golden eyes flashed. "Ah, a wonderful choice, young lord. This sword is named Silver Fang, a sword suited for agility and precision. Its magic makes it light but unbreakable. It has only been used by three warriors in history, and all of them were unbeaten in combat."
Orion smiled in approval. "Then I'll have it."
Laura smiled graciously. "A great choice, my lord. But tell me, do you want to buy something else? Perhaps cultivation pills or accessories?"
Orion's brow furrowed. "What do you have in terms of pills?"
Laura's demeanor changed to businesslike as she enumerated their varieties. "We have pills that facilitate cultivation breakthroughs, ones that build the body up, others that speed up healing, and some with special properties."
Orion stopped. He had intended to cleanse ManaGold for Elara. This might cut down on time. "I believe I'll purchase some pills too."
Laura's eyes began to sparkle. "Naturally, my lord. This way, please."
As Orion turned, something caught him up short.
A presence. A familiar tug.
His eyes snapped to a concealed sword, nestled behind the line of gleaming weapons against the wall. His heart was racing as a tidal wave of memories washed over him.
Elara saw his abrupt immobility. "Brother? What's amiss?"
Laura, too, caught his eye. "Young master, are you interested in that sword?"
"Miss Laura," Orion replied, his tone firm. "Could you fetch that sword here?"
The instant it was unveiled, a somber hush descended.
It was ancient, rusted, its blade split like a crescent moon. But even though it looked worn, it had an aura of quiet dignity, like an old king.
Orion's breath caught.
"Miss Laura," Orion spoke softly. "Tell me about this sword."
"That sword." she paused, before breathing out. "It was discovered buried in an Eternal Lake; its origins unknown. Due to its broken condition, no one has ever picked it."
Orion crept forward, his hand resting on the hilt.
A beat. Weak, but certain.
A whisper from the past.
His past. Memories slammed into him—glimpses of his previous life. The feel of the blade in his hand. The icy steel cutting down foes. The way it had shone in the moonlight, as if made of lunar essence itself. Lunar Fang.
His sword.
His battle companion.
His silent observer to treachery.
His treasured sword of his previous existence. Destiny had brought it back to him.
Orion smiled only, his fingers tracing over the worn face of the sword.
".I'll take it."
Laura didn't like his choice she hesitate little but she smiled "Ok, my lord from now on this sword is yours."