“That sword could end worlds in the right hands. If it’s what I think it is, it is one of the forgotten blades of our ancestors… and you do not have the right to wield it.” “Is that so?” Khydan answered Crave’s smirk with one of his own. “You should probably go ahead and take it, then.” “Mm. Yes.” Crave nodded enthusiastically. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “I really would.”
