บท 40: Origin (1)

"So my sword is gone?" Sinos lamented when he saw that it had melted.

Dairon found him annoying. "Why did you use it if you cared about it so much?"

"How was I to know that it would melt to nothing?" Even he was baffled by the amount of power she could let off. Did she have some of Dairon's strength because she had his soul?

Dairon glared at his friend and reached to pat Jasmine's head. "Try to restore it, flower."

"How do I do that?" She asked.

Before he could explain it, her body went limp in his arms.

"Jasmine!" He panicked and sprinkled some water on her face. She fluttered her eyelids, making him sigh in relief. "Are you okay?"

She nodded and tried to steady herself. "I'm alright. Just abnormally tired."

At the side, Sinos watched in disdain. "As expected, humans are nothing but useless, weak creatures. Just one move and you pass out?"

A sword appeared in Jasmine's right hand.