Chapter 327: Of Fangs, Venom, and Tests
Sophia stared at him for a long moment, her brows drawn together, eyes flicking from Orion's face to the pale blade still resting in her hand.
"Skylur fangs?" she repeated slowly. "How did Mary even… use them?"
Orion shrugged, one shoulder lifting as his gaze drifted briefly toward the swords. "She didn't explain every detail. Just said they were stubborn. That they didn't like being treated like steel. And, um… even if she explained in detail, I wouldn't understand. I don't speak forge language after all."
Sophia chuckled a bit, her gaze still on the sword in her hand. She twisted it slightly, angling it so the light caught along the creamy surface. The blade gleamed softly, almost warm despite the cool air in the room. She turned it again, studying where fang met metal, where the material had been shaped and coaxed rather than forced.
