Part 18: The Sword
The sword was not magical.
It was old and cheaply made and starting to show signs of neglect and rust. It was not a sword they told legends about or that great men would pay a great price to have. It was little more than a piece of junk with a point on it.
But in that moment, it was equal to the finest mythic blade.
It flew across the room from Rinn's hand in an instant and shattered Ishar's magics like glass, stopping only when it had embedded itself deep in her black heart with the sickening thud of finality.