"You... how the hell did you get that mark? What does this mean?" the sword's voice exploded, completely losing the composure it had tried to maintain until now.
There was no longer mockery or arrogance in its voice.
Only fear.
The eye on the hilt opened wider than normal, trembling slightly as it fixed on the mark Lloyd left visible, as if wanting to make sure it wasn't a mistake, an illusion or some kind of cheap trick.
But it wasn't.
It recognized it.
And that made everything worse.
Lloyd barely tilted his head, observing the reaction with a calm that was almost out of place. His green eyes, dimly illuminated by the moons' light, showed no rush or tension. Only a kind of tranquil interest, as if confirming something he already suspected.
"Mhm..." he murmured, with a carefree tone. "So you recognize it, eh?"
He let a second pass, as if savoring the moment.
