Beta Henry POV.

Holding one of the hundreds of swords piled over the stone-carved table, I pulled it slowly towards the sparkling fire, sharpening the blade’s edge.

The heat from the flames hit my skin, burning every hair it could reach. But then, I kept on focusing on my work, Because why not? I have gotten so used to pain, that little ones like this, doesn't get to me anymore.

I sharpened the blade for some minutes, made sure it was now glittery like sunshine, with the tip as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel; enough to cut our enemies into pieces.

Shoving it into its holder, I grabbed one of...