Duke Sant simply stared.
For a few seconds he did not move at all.
His hand was still raised in the air in the same position where his sword should have been.
His fingers were tightly gripping nothing.
The sword was gone.
Not broken.
Not knocked away.
Just… gone.
His eyes slowly moved down to his empty hand. His mind tried to understand what had just happened, but the answer refused to appear.
His chest rose and fell slowly.
A strange silence filled his head.
Then—
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
A loud and wild laugh exploded across the battlefield.
47 held its stomach while laughing. Its shoulders shook violently.
The cross shaped helmet tilted slightly as if it was looking down on Duke Sant with great amusement.
"You can't find your sword… can you?"
Its voice carried both a man's and a woman's tone at the same time.
The mixed voices echoed in a strange and unsettling way.
Duke Sant blinked.
The sound of the laughter finally broke him out of his daze.
