Silva pulled his blade out and continued walking. He had killed a good number of demons now with relative ease, and it was still fascinating.
"I guess being a demigod really is a massive thing," Silva said to himself. He still found it hard to believe that he became capable of such a thing in only a day.
He was supposed to die inside the world tree. That was to be the end of the person called Silva, the end of his story—saving a person that he loved.
He still wondered what was that thing that saved him and allowed him to reach where he was now.
"Master," Silva heard a voice as he walked, and it was not the voice of his sword. He stopped walking immediately when he heard it. The voice was feminine and soft.
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to figure out who spoke to him.
