"Have you made a contract with your sword, yet?" Rose asked as we stood, waiting for my barrier to finally crack and let the undead in so the battle could commence.
"A contract?" I frowned. "What contract?"
She sighed. "To use a demon sword, you need to form a contract with it! Don't tell me it's never spoken to you?"
"Spoken?" My brows furrowed even more. "This thing talks?" I raised the sword high, eyeing it skeptically.
Rose let out an exasperated sigh. "Figures! This is Ifrit we're talking about. Of course, that prideful bastard wouldn't just speak to a human unprompted." She glanced at me. "That demon sword is Ifrit—a legendary powerful fire demon believed to possess the power to destroy the very world itself if wielded by a powerful being."
My eyes widened. "Wait... Hold on. Are you telling me this sword has some badass demon inside it?"
"No! The sword itself is the demon! Call its name and—"
"Ifrit!" I called out before Rose could finish.
