Northern didn't want to delay receiving a gift from an embodiment of darkness like this for too long.
With trembling hands, he outstretched his pale limbs and received the sword.
Then, without a word, the creature returned to where it was originally seated.
Northern could swear he didn't catch a glimpse of it moving. In fact, it looked like it had been seated there the whole time.
But Northern was sure the creature had come towards him – the sword was still in his hand, and his pores were widened, hair standing on end in alert.
Belatedly, as he looked at his hand, he noticed. A slight frown appeared on his face.
'When...?'
The chains that bound his legs and hands had dissolved into black sand.
Northern had no idea when this had happened; he was very sure the creature didn't come into contact with him in any way.
Northern felt a little ache in his brows as he furrowed them, looking at his free hand and the tenebrous longsword in his hands.
Then something happened.
