Darion thought about it. Because that could only be the reasonable explanation for this. Why hadn't he even thought of this before? The sword was magical. It had to be. That was why it had a training manual on how to use it.
A normal sword didn't need a manual. You just picked it up and swung it. But this sword, this sword had been hidden away in a secret room, sealed behind stone and mortar, waiting for someone to find it.
And it had come with a book of instructions. That wasn't a coincidence. That was… the thing!
His eyes suddenly lit up. He asked Garren to hand him the book. Garren did, and now Darion read the moves, not skim through them, but actually read.
He studied each page, each diagram, each carefully written instruction. The sketches were detailed, showing a figure in various stances, the sword held at different angles, the feet positioned in specific ways.
