Sylas, who had been brooding, suddenly looked up with a glint of hope in his eyes.
"There might be a way."
"A way, you say?" Lydia asked, curious.
"Take a good look at this sword," Sylas replied, presenting the blade.
Sylas drew the sword from his waist and held it out with both hands. Lydia, gazing at the magnificent sword, couldn't help but utter a word of admiration.
"What a beautiful sword."
"Yes, it's said to be a holy sword found in a dungeon."
"A holy sword?!"
Lydia was taken aback. A holy sword, the weapon known to be the bane of demons! To think that it had been right before her eyes all this time without her realizing it!
"But there's a problem with this holy sword," Sylas added.
"A problem?" Lydia asked, confused.
"Despite the immense power stored within, due to its long dormancy, we can't access any of that power."
"That can't be…!"