Whispers of the Black Mist

"If this is not your weapon, then whose weapon could it be?" Thor wondered.

"This weapon doesn't even look mythical or legendary. It might just be an ordinary weapon used to seal the soul of… whoever that skull belongs to," Nero tittered.

"Are you sure you don't find that weapon dangerous?" 

"I can indeed feel a strong aura coming from it, but I don't feel any power from it. What about you? What do you feel when you see it?"

Thor lowered his gaze and stared at the dagger for a while, and uttered, "I feel it calling me."

"Then maybe it's a cursed weapon, and you are so weak that it has charmed you," Nero shrugged.

"But I am a god, and I shouldn't be able to get charmed into the curse's grasp."

Nero raised his brows and focused his gaze on the hues that were coming out of the dagger.