C226 The Divine Statue

As the dagger caught the wind, its size surged until it reached the middle-aged man's grasp, fitting perfectly in his hand. He caressed the blade tenderly, his eyes softening with affection.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for a thousand years," he murmured.

"I've already vanished; you should seek a new master," came a voice.

The divine dagger quivered gently in the sky