Trial 2 – Part 11
“Unshackle from slumber. Race across the earth. The crown, on your head. Slay God.”
A voice from another direction made him snap his head around.
Horatio was drawing a double-edged longsword from a block of ice. The bastard sword Infernal Blade, Francisca. Wielding a weapon fit for his massive frame, Horatio raised the sword high and slammed its tip into the ground at his feet.
Luke’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. He sprang back on all fours, dodging the slash that carved a straight path through the earth.
He failed to land properly and sprawled on the ground. He scrambled to rise, only for the weight of the swords on his back to return all at once, pinning him down.
“Damn it,” he groaned. “Is this as far as I go?”
Strength rapidly drained from his body at the worst possible time. Horatio raised his bastard
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