Paris raised a hand, and with a green-gold crackle, a 12th-century French arming-sword flew from the that tiny sliver of Hell to Paris's hand.
He actually blinks a little. He had still been getting used to his abilities when he was sealed away.
"Just this, thank you. And... as you wish, Sir."
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