The sword was now in my hands, both of them wrapped around the handle, but nothing remarkable seemed to happen at first. Just cold metal against my skin. I let out a sigh, half-expecting some magical transformation or surge of power, but the moment felt anticlimactic. That was, until it started glowing again- this time brighter, more intense. The light quickly expanded, engulfing the entire log in a brilliant radiance that made it hard to see anything else. My heart raced, as I tightened my grip on the weapon.
The once heavy-feeling blade now felt lighter than air. It was surreal, as though the sword had shed its weight entirely. I wasn't sure what was happening, but the sensation was impossible to ignore- this weapon, now glowing and practically floating in my hands, had changed. I pulled it from the rock with ease, and for the first time, I could see its full form. The blade shimmered like polished silver, its surface reflecting the light in smooth waves, and though it appeared heavy and sharp, it was as light as a feather.
I stood there for a moment, mesmerized by its elegance, but reality quickly snapped me back to the present. Frye and Athea were still out there, facing that monster. I couldn't stay here any longer, marveling at a sword. With the weapon now fully mine, I made the only choice that made sense: to run back to the fight. I wasn't sure what this sword's purpose was, but maybe- just maybe- it would be the key to helping us win.
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Her Scar wasn't Blood
Ficção CientíficaTogether, Astra and Frye embark on a journey through uncharted universes where magic and danger intertwine. From dimensions where rivers glow with a supernatural light to worlds where dragons soar in vibrant skies, Astra and Frye will face unexpecte...
