Blade of Eternal Echoes - 1,000,000 MT
It is no sword, though it bears the name Blade. A single stalk of grass, yet it has endured. It has endured Time itself, and the long silence between Ages that even legends could not bear.
Found in the lands abandoned, the lands forgotten, the blade itself remembers. When the Lords fell, it was there. When new Lords rose, it was there. When wars were waged, it was there, and when the warriors fell, it remained.
Those who dare consume the blade are granted sight. They see the echoes. They are drawn into the weft and weave of time itself, to witness the place as it once was. Not in metaphor. Not in legend. In truth. The cave will whisper, the tree will bleed, the stone will sing. And sometimes… sometimes, things left behind notice the one who watches. Sometimes, they reach back.
This is the Blade of Eternal Echoes.
Consume it only if you must.
And only where you are ready to remember… or to be remembered.
