As both me and Rebecca stood there.
Staring in awe at the sword, time seemed to slow down around us.
Neither of us spoke.
Neither of us breathed properly.
The blade rested quietly.
Yet, it felt like it carried far heavier weight than steel.
My fingers twitched at my side, not daring to reach out.
While Rebecca leaned forward just a little.
Her eyes shining as if she were afraid the sword might vanish if she blinked.
The air felt thick, like it was holding a secret.
And all I could hear was my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
Suddenly, the stillness broke.
Lucy walked toward us with calm steps.
Her robe brushed lightly against the stone floor.
She tilted her head, glanced at our frozen faces.
And said in a flat but amused tone, "Enough staring at it this long."
Her voice snapped us back to reality.
Rebecca straightened immediately.
Clearing her throat as if she had been caught doing something wrong.
I turned my head toward Lucy.
