Austin was getting ready to leave for the ceremony.
He wore a black suit—just as his lover had insisted—a black waistcoat, black pants, and a white shirt. His hair was neatly styled and combed to the back of his head, ensuring he looked presentable.
As he fastened the cuffs on his wrist, he couldn't help but ask the system, "Tell me something. Is there really no way to bring Ashen Maul back?"
[No, host. Every weapon provided by the System has its own sentience. A soul is infused into them during forging, and once broken, they can never be the same even if the fragments are reattached.]
Austin let out a heavy sigh. "You could've told me that earlier. I've risked Wisp so many times…" Ashen Maul had been the newest addition to his arsenal. After fighting alongside it in several battles, a bond had formed—one that was deeper than he could've imagined between a warrior and their weapon.
