And yet, the very person they were speaking of, unaware that she had already become a symbol of courage and hope, was still riding atop Zion's back, blissfully oblivious to the hearts she had touched.
'After this experience, I realize my current weapon won't do,' Addison thought to herself. 'I need to change my approach. I don't like carrying too many weapons, but I can't deny that I need both a long-range and a close-range option.'
She frowned slightly, her thoughts growing heavier. 'The 'Slayer Sword' is too eye-catching. It's overpowered; if anyone sees it, their greed might eclipse their reason. I could easily become a target because of it… and end up creating more enemies than I already have.'
After wielding the sword, Addison was certain it wasn't just an ordinary Paladin's blade. Silas had likely entrusted her with a true treasure, one that others would surely covet if they ever found out.
