Six takes a step back once Luka picks up the blade, eyeing it with a slight unease. Twelve, meanwhile, leans a little closer.

"You can. Destroy it." She answers, all twelve eyes locked on Luka now. The hiss is gone, now replaced with a whispered curiosity. How will he do it? Will he do it?

If he does, it will break... like a normal sword. No glamorous fanfare, no huge explosion. Just a completely normal break like a completely normal sword.

You know, a totally normal sword that was in a totally normal place only a few normal minutes ago.

Everything was normal.

Yep.