Wyot reached out and said, “Hand it over.”

“What are you talking about?” James was confused.

Wyot said solemnly, “I can sense the Chaos Sword on you. It belongs to the Dooms. You’ve no right to possess it.”

“Haha!” James laughed and said, “You’re hilarious, Wyot. What do you mean it belongs to the Dooms? It’s in my possession, so it’s mine. If you want it, you’ll have to defeat me in battle.”

Waleria was slightly stunned by their conversation. She fell into thought, and a few bold suspicions