Chapter 38: QUINN!

Azrael wrinkled his nose. "These wouldn't even cut through a loaf of bread, let alone a monster."

"Then maybe you should go find some more gold, boy."

Azrael sighed, about to turn and leave when he suddenly heard something.

"Hey, you. Where are you going?"

Azrael stiffened. The voice had come from right next to him, but when he turned, no one was there.

He frowned. "What did you say?"

The blacksmith glared at him. "I didn't say anything. Are you mad or something? If you're not buying, then get out of my shop!"

Azrael took a step back, confused. But then he heard it again.

"I know your power. I know what is inside of you. I can sense your energy. Pick me, and I will help you."

A strange pull guided him toward a pile of discarded weapons under the table. His eyes locked onto a rusty, dull-looking sword with cracks along the blade. It looked worthless, but something about it called to him.