Bab 179: Lancelot and Catharsis

"Catharsis."

"Lancelot."

Two legendary swords clashed, causing a strong force distorting the peacefulness and quietness of the night. One glowed in bright red, while darkness shrouded the other.

"The flames and darkness of hell colliding," Fabian murmured as he watched the sparks each time their blades heavily crashed against each other. "Lancelot."

His eyes fell on Stefan's long sword, Lancelot, a long sword, glowing in deep red, thirsty for its enemy's blood…  and life. The expression in Fabian's eyes flickered with thrill, as if watching something magnificent.

"Lancelot. A legendary sword wielded by the first king. It is said that Lancelot chooses its owner… to think it chose him." The corner of Fabian's lips stretched wickedly as he barely blinked, afraid he'd miss anything.