“Why give a sword speech, thought and will if you can’t move?” he asked.
The hilt quivered again with a womanly voice. “I am Hekka, elemental. My bodiless soul just empowers this prison.”
Kerb scowled. “That’s terrible. Can you be freed?”
Fire flared across the blade. “Oh, I like you!”
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