Inside the cave, after Loa said that, Kizaru gave a dry chuckle and said no more.
Loa gave him another look, then turned back to Village Chief Loken. "May I examine that sword? I think I might find something."
"All right, but be careful! I've tried it many times. Any living creature that touches it turns into an Undead!"
Loken spoke with lingering fear. He took the heavy sword, nearly as tall as he was, from his back and set it down before them with a clang.
Not a trace of Magic Power!
Loa had noticed that long ago.
It was a crude greatsword much like Dugu Qiubai's Heavy Iron Sword, though its shape better suited this world's tastes. The blade was wider, the hilt thicker, and both edges were sharpened. The tip flared outward into curved cutting edges on either side. It was better for chopping than the Heavy Iron Sword, but ill-suited to thrusting.
Its workmanship had the Giants' usual roughness, and its quality was just as typical of them.
Clang!
Loa flicked the thinnest part with a finger. It rang out sharply, sending pain through his finger, yet the sword itself was completely unharmed.
This was no ordinary steel!
It was even harder than Seastone!
Loa drew a sharp breath and looked up. "Village Chief Loken, do you have any ore left? Even scraps would do!"
"I did have some..." Loken frowned at the question. "But I spend half of every day as a mindless Undead. One day, after I changed back, I couldn't find the rest of the ore anywhere. I must have sent it flying somewhere while I'd lost my senses."
"So there's no evidence left?"
Loa sensed a threat. At least one thing was clear, though: what had happened to Loken had nothing to