"What do you think of this?"
Spencer shook his head.
"Then this?"
His face was slightly contorted at her choices.
Preshea pursed her lips before she contemplated on what to choose from the vast number of swords in front of her.
The first one she picked was a normal sword.
The second was a long one.
She picked another and Spencer's brows twitched, he walked over and took the sword from her hand.
"That is something that does not suit your fighting style with just one look."
It was a broadsword that was three-fourths of her height.
Preshea furrowed her brows while tilting her head, she continued pondering over what to pick.
Luna and Julian were made to rest as they supported the whole land from the pressure being emitted by the demon's birth while the rest of their group continued their training.
He looked around with her.
