“Vlade, what’s going on in here?” Magmus questioned Vlade demandingly as he walked in.
The sword was behaving in an odd manner. It was fighting against Vlade’s power as if struggling to free itself from his hold. It frantically pulsated and glided away from him by banging against the walls and ripping out the wooden floor. Likewise, Vlade was determined on controlling it and bringing it to a standstill but to his dismay, it refused to give in.
“Vlade, I’m talking to you! Answer me now, tell me what’s gotten into you. You’ve never behaved in this manner before except on few occasion where the demons we slew were getting out of control. Why on earth did you lose your temper on seeing Frisca?” Magmus flared his nostrils and demanded a serious explanation from Vlade.
The second Vlade heard
