Kaelen stood alone at the edge of the crater where the cave once stood, his breathing ragged, his hands trembling. The air was still thick with the scent of scorched wood, evaporated mist, and divine energy, yet all of it faded into background noise.
All he could see…
Was the blade.
The Blade of Eternity, his eternal companion, forged by the greatest minds and talented mages and has bathed in countless memories—of battles, victories, sacrifices—now lay in his hands in two lifeless halves. The once vibrant arcane runes on its obsidian-blue surface had dimmed, flickering weakly like dying embers before fading entirely.
"No…" Kaelen murmured, his voice barely a whisper, but heavy with disbelief.
"No no no—this isn't—this shouldn't be possible…"
