Chapter 96: The Lost King

As the group walked up to the sword, Nera curiously hummed.

"They even used spatial magic to put up a weapon display. A real crazy guy made this place." She mused.

"It's not any odder than the existence of this entire pocket dimension," Alchemy responded, and Nera nodded in agreement.

There was a film hanging around the sword. Nobody present could tell what it was made of, so Nera had reinforced her arm with Divine Energy while she reached in.

The moment her hand touched the sword's hilt, the lights in the room began to shift, causing the group to raise their guard. 

The room darkened like they were in a theatre as a spotlight targeted the platform on which the sword previously rested—in the light appeared a young black man in his early 20s.

"Don't you think Crazy is a bit much, dear Trial Goer? I'd prefer the word eccentric." The man said with a bow.