"Lightning," Rhys said quietly. "I want lightning."
"Excellent choice!" Death spun on his heel and started walking toward a different section of the shop. "Lightning weapons are some of my bestsellers. Follow me!"
They moved through the impossible space, passing sections dedicated to fire, ice, poison, and elements Rhys couldn't even identify.
The lightning section crackled with barely contained energy, each weapon radiating power that made his hair stand on end.
Sylph retreated partially back into Rhys, though her tiny voice still whispered from inside him.
'This place makes my wings tingle. Not in a good way.'
"Now," Death said, stopping before a display case filled with various bladed weapons. "Jackie boy mentioned you favor daggers when he dropped off your rather generous budget. Speed and precision over raw power, yes?"
Rhys nodded, surprised that Jack had thought to mention his fighting style.
