That was why Simon disliked the Holy Tree. If the Oli Crystal was truly the key to the future, why hadn't it told his father how to use it?
It was as if some lofty being had played a tasteless joke, taking the vibrant life of a follower in the process.
Simon had to figure out how to use the Oli Crystal.
For his father, and to quell the anger in his heart.
"Time is up for the first round."
The announcer, having returned to the studio, struck a bell, shattering Simon's reverie.
"All contestants, please stop what you are doing and submit your Blade Embryos to the judges' table."
"Agh!" An unhappy shout came from behind him as an Elf slammed the file in his hand onto the table.
Even now, he still hadn't managed to file away the tin can shell encasing the blade.
The Blade Embryo looked passable, but the outer and inner layers were made of different materials.
He could only hope the judges wouldn't notice the problem.
