Andre shook his head, his body still, and spoke slowly, "No. When I held the sword, I only felt what you just described, as if someone was teaching me how to wield it. There were no other sensations."
Upon hearing this, Alka couldn't help but frown. Nothing? Then what had he just seen? Especially the final image: a beautiful white city engulfed in flames. Alka had immediately recognized it—the straight road leading to the city gates, flanked by flowers. It was Meister Island, the exact area of their last mission.
"Perhaps you could describe what you saw," Andre said. "I might be able to offer some insight."
At Andre's words, Alka looked up, nodded, and began to narrate, "The moment I grasped the sword, it felt as if my entire soul was dragged into a pitch-black space. There, I saw three images."
"The first image was of a person with a dagger, ambushing someone."
"The second image was of a fleet sailing on the sea. By the moonlight, I could see it was a Pirate Gang."
