"An immortal martial spirit?" Vorath spoke his thoughts out loud, but then...
"Impossible," Vorath said, the word tearing out of him hoarse. "An immortal martial spirit cannot exist in this world. Even a reincarnated immortal cannot carry one back with him."
"Then it is something else," Ahox said, dragging his voice back to its usual cold flatness, though his eyes never left the blade. "A martial spirit so overwhelming that it only carries a hint of the real thing."
"Yes," Vorath said quickly, as though he needed to hear it said aloud. "That must be it."
Meanwhile, in the hidden space overlooking the hall, the White Tiger was still staring at the sword.
"An immortal martial spirit in a mortal world," he said. "It should not be possible. Even a reincarnated immortal cannot bring one back." His thoughts were the same too.
