Alquipates

Harmathron knew there was no way he could defeat the armies of Zuir not even with Almaron his sword. So he withrdrew Almaron, bent to his knees, and offered up the sword to Zuir.
Almaron knew Zuir. This man would not bow to his will but would destroy him. He had been in his hands before and he never succombed to his power. Fear had run too deep IN Harmathron and he knew that there was only one thing he could do to save himself. Almaron's power pulsed through Harmathron and took control of his muscles.
Harmathron lifted the sword in the air. Zuir withdrew back, but he could see the fear in Harmathron's eyes as the sword dropped down and pierced Harmathron through the torso. Zuir rushed to grab Almaron but it was two late. As Harmathron fell to the ground the Almaron liquified himself and mixed with the blood the spilt on the ground and was obsorbed into the dirt.
Zuir knelt down and cried. He had served his hole life fighting against this evil and had almost obtained the instigator just to watch it melt into the ground. Then he heard the voice of his own sword, Theogar.
"Don't worry, even if it is lost for ages I will be around to combat him."
"But what if you get lost or forgotten? What if Almaron's power overcomes the world before anyone finds you."
"I will find a way. I will find someone who will fight against the evils of humanity."