Back to the Moment Kal Seized the Broken Sword
"I'll take that one." Nyxander's voice was firm, steady as iron, his gaze locked onto the fractured blade. The old merchant's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes gleaming like someone who had just found an eager fool.
"Ah, you have a sharp eye, young man," the merchant murmured, lifting the weapon slightly as if presenting it to the heavens.
In that moment, Nyxander's thoughts stirred like ripples on a still pond, and a silent thread of telepathic energy stretched towards Nullpoint.
"I don't like the way this man is looking at me. Something feels off. But I can't ignore this feeling I have toward that sword."
"Understood, Master." Nullpoint's voice echoed in his mind, a quiet presence within the silence of thought.