148, sword of Aeges

Chapter one hundred and forty eight; The sword of Aeges

Chris awoke to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains of Connor’s modest studio apartment.

He lay still for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before slowly sitting up on the couch where he had spent the night.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the city outside reaching his ears.

He glanced around, noticing that Connor was still not back.

His gaze fell upon the sword he had brought inside the previous night, now resting against the wall near the door.

Something was different about the sword. Chris narrowed his eyes as he noticed a faint glow emanating from the blade.

The once steel-grey weapon now shimmered with a soft, almost ethereal light, a color he had never seen it emit before.

Intrigued, he leaned forward, examining the blade closely. The glow pulsed gently, as if the sword was alive, responding to some unseen force.

Chris’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder, where the bullet ha
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