Ifrit

The golden sword said as it was rising so high that in a few moments it would leave the cloud.

"Lord, you don't have to listen to her calls."

All the weapons called out together in disarray. Chaos was falling around them since their leader was saying that he would leave. 

Even though they had heard the story of their Lord, they still have never seen him leaving them. They had never lived without being ruled by their creator, the Lord.

"Silence."

The Lord shouted and stopped rising.

A golden aura covered all the weapons instantly.

"Everyone who loves their weapon deserves to reach the ultimate strength with it. Just because she is an anomaly doesn't mean I can keep on ignoring her cries. It's time I return to this World once again." 

The voice from the golden sword silenced all the weapons.