Stray

Godwin Lopez stared at the Sword of Ruinous Fire in the center of the stone platform while clutching the hilt of the holy sword, Breaking Dawn, in his hand.

Once again, it had rejected him.

When Godwin first stepped into the center of the labyrinth a few years ago, this possibility hadn’t even entered his mind. He stretched out his hand firmly at it with a determined momentum.

Immediately, the blackening searing pain in front of his eyes instantly ignited in the palm of his right hand.

What he held wasn’t like a sword, but more like a red-hot soldering iron. In the heartbreaking pain, Godwin seemed to be able to hear the sizzling sound of burnt skin., but when he retracted his hand and opened his palm, the skin on his palm was as intact as ever.

[Anyone who feels guilty or confuse in their heart would feel as if their palm was being burn like a soldering iron when they pick it up.]

It was the curse on the Sword of Ruinous Fire. It wasn’t that Godwin hadn’t heard about it, but he never thought he would meet the condition and triggered the curse. For so many years, he had never felt confused or regret in his heart. Perhaps there was some when he was still young, but now those immature feelings have long disappeared.

Everything in the world could be explained by reason, and he had always chosen the most reasonable path. Perhaps there is a lot of helplessness, blood and sorrow on this road, but it was indeed relatively the least harmful, and he thought he has a clear conscience.

But that sword obviously disagreed.