章節 7: New Slayer
I noticed an old man sitting on a wooden bench, his weathered hands moving deftly over the blade of a saber. He had a sign beside him that read: *Weapon Polishing - Finest in Copenhagen*. I made my way over, figuring I could get my sword polished up for whatever came next.
Before I could even reach him, a shadow moved past me—a woman in heavy armor stepped forward and placed a massive, beautifully crafted axe onto the old man's table, Agnes was engraved on the Handle. The weapon's gleaming, golden hue was almost hypnotic, and I couldn't help but stare. My eyes traveled up her figure, taking in the sculpted curves accentuated by her breastplate, her strong legs wrapped in leather and steel, and her arms, lean but solid. Every inch of her screamed 'warrior,' and not the kind you'd want to cross.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to her. "That's one hell of an axe."
She barely acknowledged me. The woman stood beside me, arms crossed, eyes fixed ahead like she was gazing at something miles away. I thought she hadn't heard me, or maybe she just didn't care to respond. But then, she let out a low, uninterested hum.
"Mhmm."
The old man's hands worked over the blade, rubbing it in small, circular motions until the axe practically glowed. It was clear he was giving this weapon special attention. Every stroke seemed to make the gold shine brighter, until it looked like the blade itself was about to burst with light. I couldn't help but admire the artistry and power behind it.
After what felt like an eternity, the man finished up and handed it back to her. Without another word, she hefted the weapon and slung it over her shoulder, turning to leave. That's when I took a step forward and placed my father's sword on the table. The old man's eyebrows shot up, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he examined the black translucent blade.
But what caught me off guard was her reaction. She stared at the sword like she'd seen a ghost. Her gaze moved slowly over its surface, and I noticed her jaw tighten ever so slightly. Something shifted in her stance—interest, maybe even recognition.
"Where did you get that sword?" she asked, her voice low but firm.
I met her eyes, trying to gauge what she might know. "Why? Have you seen it before?"
Before she could answer, a raven swooped down from nowhere and landed on her shoulder, its claws barely making a sound against her armor. The bird cocked its head, almost as if it were whispering something to her. She leaned in, listening, her face expressionless.
Then, without another glance at me or the sword, she turned sharply on her heel and strode off, the raven perched on her shoulder as they disappeared into the crowd.
I stood there for a moment, staring after her, my mind racing with questions. Who was she? And what the hell did she know about this sword?
I hesitated, watching as she vanished into the crowd, but something inside me wouldn't let it go. She knew something about my father's sword. Something no one else did. I couldn't just let her slip away without getting answers. I gritted my teeth and started after her, weaving through the bustling street, dodging past vendors and pedestrians.
But damn, she moved fast.
Each time I thought I was catching up, she would turn a corner, her armored form slipping through the crowd like a shadow. People barely seemed to notice her, parting instinctively as she moved. I pushed myself to keep pace, cursing under my breath whenever I lost sight of her golden-bladed axe glinting in the sunlight.
Finally, I saw her stop in front of a massive, grand church. The building loomed over the square, its towering spires casting long shadows across the cobblestone. The stone walls were weathered, covered in patches of dark moss, and several of the stained-glass windows looked cracked and faded, giving the place an unsettling air.
I slowed down, breath slightly ragged, and watched as she stood there, seemingly waiting. Just as I was about to catch my breath, she turned sharply, her eyes locking onto mine. Shit. I hadn't exactly been subtle, had I?
"What do you think you're doing?" she called out, her voice carrying across the square with an authority that made several passersby glance in our direction.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get a word out, a low, guttural growl echoed from inside the church. It reverberated through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The few people who had been lingering nearby suddenly picked up their pace, hurriedly leaving the area, muttering prayers under their breath.
Her gaze shifted toward the church doors, her posture immediately tense. The golden axe in her hand began to pulse with a faint glow, as if reacting to whatever was inside. She turned back to me, her expression serious. "Stay here."
She didn't wait for a response. Without another word, she swung the heavy doors open and strode inside, the darkened interior swallowing her whole. The growling grew louder, almost animalistic. Something was in there, and it was furious.
A minute passed. Then another. I found myself straining to hear what was happening, but all I caught were muffled thuds and crashes. Then a deafening roar erupted from within, followed by a string of savage growls that sounded more like a pack of beasts than anything human. My heart pounded in my chest, every instinct screaming at me to run in the opposite direction.
But I couldn't just stand there. The growls were getting more intense, the sound of wood splintering and stone crumbling made it clear that whatever she was facing, it was something monstrous.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath and sprinted forward, pushing through the church's heavy doors.
The inside was a wreck. Wooden pews were shattered, fragments scattered across the stone floor. Several of the stained-glass windows had been blown out completely, jagged shards glittering in the faint light. I scanned the darkened space, following the sounds of struggle and snarls echoing from the far end of the hall.
There she was—locked in combat with a creature that barely resembled a man.
Its skin was a mottled grey, stretched taut over a skeletal frame. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unnatural hunger, and a mouth full of sharp, jagged teeth snapped at her, fangs glistening with saliva. The thing wore the tattered remnants of a priest's robe, but whatever humanity it once had was long gone.
She swung her axe in a wide arc, the blade slicing through the air with a golden trail. The creature ducked and lunged at her with startling speed, clawed hands swiping out. Agnes twisted aside, narrowly avoiding a blow that could've gutted her. The axe spun in her hands as she delivered a powerful kick to the creature's midsection, sending it skidding back across the broken stone floor.
The creature hissed, baring its fangs at her, eyes flaring with rage.
"What the hell?" I breathed, frozen in place for a moment, the sheer ferocity of the fight keeping me rooted.
She caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. "I told you to stay *outside*," she shouted, voice strained as she parried another brutal swipe from the demon.
"Yeah, I don't really do what I'm told," I shot back, my hand instinctively going for my father's sword. But as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt, I realized how outmatched I was. She was barely holding her own, and I'd be dead in seconds if I jumped in.
The priest-thing let out another blood-curdling roar, lunging at her with inhuman speed. She brought the axe up just in time, the golden blade meeting its claws with a shower of sparks. The force of the blow sent her staggering back a few steps, her boots scraping against the stone floor.
"Get out of here," she growled, gritting her teeth as she forced the creature back. "You're going to get yourself killed."
I tightened my grip on the sword, watching the demon's eyes flick toward me, its lips curling back in a feral grin. This was no ordinary demon. It was stronger, faster, and if I didn't think of something quick, I'd be its next meal.
But Agnes… she didn't flinch. Her expression was a mask of cold determination, her every movement precise and lethal. She shifted her stance, raising her axe as the demon charged again, their clash sending shockwaves through the ruined hall.
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