Andrew leaned on his sword, breathing hard. When he tilted his head, he was stunned to find that the blade of the Godslayer was not stained with a single drop of blood. Instead, it gleamed brightly under the light, almost unreal.

Luna ran forward and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Andrew shook his head. "I'm fine. Thank goodness for the Godslayer. Otherwise, we would've had to put in a lot more effort."

Luna looked at the Godslayer with lingering fear, her expression complex. "This sword tr