A Sword Meant For Killing

‘Endure…’

‘I must endure!’

‘The moment I find a way to escape this place, I will have my revenge. I’ll ravage that girl in front of him and make him regret the day he was born!’

‘As long as I survive this place, I will have my revenge!’

Its injuries still hadn’t recovered. Its red eyes burned fiercely within their sockets as it gazed at the devilish young man, who was looking at it with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure that you’re thinking that you'll have your revenge the moment you escape this place.” Ethan’s Other Half sneered. “Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.”

“Who are you?” The Ancient Wendigo asked. “What do you want?”

“My name is not important,” Ethan’s Other Half replied. “What I want is for you to become Ethan’s sword and slay those who wish to oppose him.”

“Very well,” the Ancient Wendigo replied. “I will serve you and do whatever you want as long as you let me leave this place.”