On the surface of the sword-cleansing lake, Flaxseed's face was filled with anxiety as he stared at the still water.
It had been quite some time since Jared descended into the pool, and logically he should have retrieved the Dragonslayer Sword by now. However, there was no sign of any activity in the water, leaving Flaxseed deeply concerned.
In a cold, unwavering voice, Sworder addressed Flaxseed and Hammerhead, “You should leave now and stop waiting. That kid won't survive down there. After all, there are hundreds of sword marionettes lurking beneath the surface of this lake, and anyone who goes down there will be torn to shreds.”
“That's impossible. Jared won't meet his end so easily. He is the Golden Dragon's True Form, and he's accustomed to facing all kinds of dangers and turning them to his advantage. A simple lake like this cannot possibly claim his life!” Flaxseed exclaimed, refusing to believe otherwise.
Sworder burst into laughter. “Hahaha! As the saying goes, a wounded tiger is the prey of the hyenas. Even if he truly is the Golden Dragon's True Form, he is utterly useless beneath the waters of this sword-cleansing lake.”
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