Apizal felt it’s tip pierce the very fabric of the universe, and there between worlds it felt the familiar pull of it’s Master.

Across the worlds Demonic Lord Te’Leij called to his sword and Apizal answered.

Using all of it’s power it turned it’s metal to liquid and swam across the gulf of space time, forever following it’s Master’s power.

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Demonic Lord Te’Leij stood on the smouldering remains of his enemies, his cracked sword that he would never discard slung across his chard back. The battlefield that had been a deafening roar of chaos now lay silent, only smoke and flames moved amongst the desolation.

Then he felt it, his sword, the part of him he had searched for and taken at great cost to those in his way.

It was coming!

A dark grin split Te’Leij’s lips.