Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

"I concede that magic is quite useful, and I am indeed drinking a vestige of some, but... I'd rather not dabble in it myself. One can accomplish the same with less! Lo, my clothing is torn and my muscles strained, and so have I not achieved greatness without tapping into that ether in my spirit, that which is as volatile as a flame, and could endanger myself similar? I say, let their magic be put down, their spells rebuked! I have fared quite well without it and can continue to do so. This water? Well, people go to war because of it! Given the condition of the battle, I could have gone on with not a drop of the liquid about me." Watson gave a wan smile. He understood her intention but he sighed, knowing she must understand the plight magic has wrought as well.

"The world has enough color as it is, One doth not require magic to spin it and confuse the mind. You may do as you like, I shan't judge you for it, but I cannot bring my self to invoke mystical powers that confound me so, those magical machinations which bring ruin to the world!" he cried out.

"I only put this Vase to use out of necessity, for if I don't, the bated beasts shall bring ruin to me with their own magics."

And with that, Watson goes to the spot where the Starmetal sword is lodged and retrieves it, unintentionally making wood chips fly as the deck cracks from the pulling force. He makes it disappear into his hat, as if it never existed in this world.