Temple Palace

Clad only in a homespun peasant's outfit, my inventory as barren as my mana pools, I was marched off between guards. Just two. I could have resisted when they tried to move me from the mystic treatment building, but why?

"Quit calling that damn axe to your hands, or I'll take it from you." said the one on the right.

I extended the handle toward him. "Take it if you want." I said. "It's the axe teleporting, not me."

And this was true. Like all things, I'm sure the axe had a limit. I had no eagerness to find that limit, but I'm sure it had one. But honestly, if I were making something like that, given the reluctance of some of the Legendary Champions... it might take a lifetime or two to just walk its mana pool down.

If it wasn't one of many Inherent abilities the axe seemed to have.

"Taleo, no!" warned the left guard, even as the axe ignited in white flames.