Mikail stared at the Sword of Light before him. He had forged that weapon, poured all of Mana he could gather, all of the light he could draw, into its creation, yet now, it felt like a stranger in his presence.
His gaze shifted to the towering shadowy figures encircling him. They didn't dare step closer. No, perhaps it wasn't him they feared, but the glowing runes pulsing beneath his feet.
"...Fuck. No time to hesitate"
With a sharp breath, Mikail reached for the sword's hilt.
But-
"Huh?!"
The moment his hand touched the handle, the world twisted. The runes beneath him began to writhe, dancing like frenzied serpents. They surged upward, spiraling around him before converging on the blade, being drawn into it, consumed by the Sword of Light as if it were awakening.
"What the fuc-"
[DING]
[Congratulations]
[You Obtained The Holy Sword "Ignivara" The Flame of Resistance Sword]
