Book Eight: Chapter 185

Nyx pursed her lips. “No,” she said. “It relies on the strength of the wielder.”

“What does Mike need to be considered worthy?” asked Sofia.

Nyx leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers together. “He must earn the favor of my sisters.”

“What would it take to earn the favor of your sisters?” asked Mike. “Preferably by tomorrow, which would be four days your time.”

Nyx tilted her head back and forth as if pondering the question, then let out a sigh. “I don’t have a direct answer for you. The sword was a gift from the Lady of the Lake to Arthur Pendragon in order to be a symbol to his people that he was the rightful king. Sadly, he was only human after all, and failed to live up to our expectations.

“As a result of this, my sisters all agreed to hold its next wielder to an even higher standard. We require a near unanimous vote, and that means they would need to observe you first.”

“Shit,” Mike muttered. “So you’re telling me that the sword c