Chapter 92: Stew

After a few more hours of bullying Lokus, Endalia made her sword vanish and clicked her tongue.

"You're improving," she said slowly.

"I sense a 'but,'" Lokus stated.

"But… your pace is too slow. It's almost like you don't WANT to learn how to use the staff."

Lokus scratched the back of his head. The truth was, he didn't really care about the staff one way or the other. He chose it because he had been told to pick between the sword and the staff, and the staff seemed more appealing, but he just didn't see the point of it.

In a rank or two, this staff of his would be redundant, if not completely useless. How could a chunk of wood ever compare to the likes of Phantom Nova, or Reaper's Talons? Right now, it was a useful item to have, but in his mind, it was an arrangement that would only last until he could hold his own with only his Majesty.