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The moment Orion and Elara stepped inside Iron Fang Armory, a distinct shift in atmosphere enveloped them. The air was thick with the lingering scent of metal and enchanted oils, while the high ceiling loomed above, adorned with intricate carvings of legendary warriors locked in eternal battle. Massive chandeliers, crafted from enchanted crystals, floated weightlessly, casting a soft, mystical glow over the grand space.
Despite its enormous size, not a single customer was present. The armoury was eerily silent, save for the muffled footsteps of armoured guards stationed at various posts. Their black-clad figures stood like statues, their gazes sharp and disciplined. Meanwhile, maids in elegant yet practical uniforms moved about, dusting artifacts and polishing weapons until they gleamed under the magical lights.
Unlike other market building with bustling with noise, this armoury is very silent, Orion's sharp eyes swept across the room, taking in every detail before settling on Laura, who stood a few steps away, watching him with her usual amused smirk.
"Miss Laura," Orion spoke, his voice calm yet curious. "Why is there not a single customer here?"
Laura let out a soft, velvety chuckle, taking a slow step closer. "Oh, my lord," she purred, tilting her head ever so slightly. "This section of my armoury is not open to just anyone. Only... 'special' and 'honourable' customers are allowed here."
Her golden eyes shimmered with playful intent as she ran her fingers lightly along the edge of a nearby display table. The way she moved—graceful, deliberate—was that of a woman who knew exactly how to captivate. However, Orion remained unfazed, merely offering a neutral nod.
"I see," he mused. "So, that means I am considered special and honourable?"
Laura's lips curled into an even more teasing smile. "But of course," she replied, her tone laced with amusement. "Naturally, the weapons in this section are also... a little costly. Most ordinary folk wouldn't even dream of affording them."
She spoke like a seasoned merchant, crafting an air of exclusivity around her wares. Orion simply nodded. "That's to be expected."
Without wasting any more time, he turned his attention toward the vast weapon display cases stretching across the room.
As Orion walked forward, his sharp gaze scanned the display cases, each filled with weapons of breath-taking craftsmanship.
Spears with golden inlays. Daggers carved from wyvern fangs. Massive war hammers radiating sheer power. Curved scimitars gleaming like liquid silver. Even flexible whips woven with magical fibres designed for precision and lethality.
As Orion walked past them, his gaze swept over each piece with keen interest. A hunter's bow, its string humming with latent energy. A sickle with a serrated, almost sinister blade. A pair of gauntlets crackling with built-in lightning enchantments. Each artifact held a history—stories of past wielders, victories, and the blood they had spilled.
Laura moved beside him; her voice smooth as silk.
"This blade was wielded by the first Sword Saint of Eldora."
"This scythe belonged to an assassin feared across the continent."
"This bow can fire arrows made of pure mana, piercing even the toughest armour."
Yet, despite the vast collection of masterpieces, Orion's heart remained still.
No connection. No resonance.
None of these weapons called to him.
Elara, noticing his silence, spoke up. "Brother, have you found anything you like?" Orion exhaled slowly. "Not yet."
He turned toward her, his dark eyes softening slightly. "What about you, Elara? What kind of weapon do you want?"
She paused, her fingers brushing against her chin in thought. "Something fluid... something that moves like water. Flexible, yet deadly."
Laura's golden eyes gleamed with approval. "Ah, a refined choice, young miss. Follow me. Laura's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh? A flexible weapon, you say? How fortunate! I have just the perfect selection for you, young miss." "
She led them toward a section dedicated to whips—a rare and difficult weapon to master, yet one of the most lethal in skilled hands.
Elara's gaze swept over the collection:
A whip infused with wind magic, capable of striking faster than the eye could follow.
A crimson whip embedded with fire crystals, its lash igniting flames upon impact.
A steel-threaded whip, designed to slice through armour like paper.
But Elara's attention was drawn to a particular weapon.
A deep azure whip, hanging slightly apart from the others. It pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow, as if alive.
"This one..." she murmured, stepping 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 met her gaze and offered a small smile. "If you believe this is best for you, then take it."
Elara smiled brightly. "Then I take this whip!" then she said in concern voice "But... you still haven't chosen a weapon yet. Look again—maybe this time you'll find something you like."
Orion nodded then Returning to the sword section, he resumed his search.
Longswords, broadswords, rapiers—each a masterpiece in its own right. Yet none of them stirred anything within him.
Then, his attention landed on a particular sword.
A breath-taking silver blade, its surface glowing faintly, ancient engravings etched along the hilt in an unfamiliar script.
"Miss Laura," he asked. "Tell me about this one."
Laura's golden eyes lit up. "Ah, an excellent choice, young lord. This blade is called Silver Fang, a sword designed for agility and precision. Its enchantments make it light yet unbreakable. It has been wielded by only three warriors in history, all of whom were undefeated in battle."
Orion nodded in approval. "Then I'll take it."
Laura smiled charmingly. "A wonderful choice, my lord. But tell me, do you wish to purchase anything else? Perhaps cultivation pills or accessories?"
Orion raised an eyebrow. "What kind of pills do you sell?"
Laura's expression turned business like as she listed their varieties. "We have pills that aid cultivation breakthroughs, ones that strengthen the body, others that accelerate healing, and some with unique properties."
Orion paused. He had planned to purify ManaGold for Elara. This could save him time. "I think I'll buy some pills as well."
Laura's eyes sparkled. "Of course, my lord. Please, follow me."
Just as Orion turned, something made him stop.
A presence. A familiar pull.
His gaze snapped to a hidden sword, tucked behind the array of pristine weapons on the wall. His heart pounded as a flood of memories surged through him.
Elara noticed his sudden stillness. "Brother? What's wrong?"
Laura, too, followed his gaze. "Young master, are you interested in that sword?"
"Miss Laura," Orion said, his voice steady. "Can you bring that sword here?"
The moment it was revealed, a heavy silence fell.
It was old, rusted, its blade cracked like a crescent moon. Yet despite its worn appearance, it radiated an aura of quiet dignity, like a forgotten king.
Orion's breath hitched.
"Miss Laura," Orion said quietly. "Tell me about this sword."
"That sword..." she hesitated, before exhaling. "It was found buried in an Eternal Lake; its true origins unknown. Because of its damaged state, no one has ever chosen it."
Orion slowly stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the hilt.
A pulse. Faint, yet unmistakable.
A whisper from the past.
His past. Memories crashed into him—flashes of his former life. The weight of the blade in his grip. The cold steel slashing through enemies. The way it had gleamed under the moonlight, as if forged from lunar essence itself. Lunar Fang.
His sword.
His companion in battle.
His silent witness to betrayal.
His beloved blade from his past life. Fate had returned it to him.
Orion merely smiled, his fingers running over the blade's worn surface.
"...I'll take it."
Laura hared his decision she hesitate little but she smiled "Ok, my lord from now on this sword is yours."