The moment the weapon was unveiled. It transformed into a winged lion and without waiting for the woman to speak, it said in a grave voice, "My name is Sharur, I have accompanied my master for three million years, I mourn him and at the same time, I seek a new master to wield me. I will protect you and in turn, you will respect me."
Xaloc sat up and stared at the weapon. Did it talk? Was that also normal in the immortal realm? He was not sure he had seen something so amazing.
Victoria smiled, glad to see the coldness in Xaloc's face give way to amazement and curiosity. It was as if she had won a tiny victory.
"Sir Xaloc must have heard of Sharur, the battle companion of Ninurta, the "smasher of thousands". Last night, it walked into our auction house and asked to be sold. Is Sir Xaloc interested in this weapon?"
"Five hundred thousand gold!" A voice in the room next to him shrieked.
