The Art of Magic

<<Aksara Dahana>> (V)

"I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. It seems it is indeed you... Nova." Aksara said as he crouched to match Nova's eye level. "I thought you were destroyed. It seems you were more tenacious than I thought." Nova clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, [Why the fuck aren't you affected by Aeshma's last spell?] Aksara shook his head, "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I have found you. Soon enough we will all be reunited. Worry not old friend. I shall free you from your prison."

[Fuck off you bastard! What do you mean prison!? This is my new wielder!] Aksara closed his eyes and nodded his head. "I see, you mean to tell me you do not wan't to be Aeshma's wielder once more?" He said stopping Nova from uttering any more profanities. "Although it is a shame I have to kill this budding sapling, but if it's for the queen... then I'll hapilly oblige." He said as he violently narrowed his eyes whilst raising his hand into the air as he sharpened the claws in his fingertips