The room was quiet.
Too quiet, maybe—but Noel preferred it that way. A single mana lamp glowed low on his desk, casting pale light across the maps, notes, and the corner where Revenant Fang rested against the wall.
He sat on the edge of his bed, half-dressed, one glove loose at his wrist.
The status window hovered silently in front of him, pulsing faintly in the dark.
[Item Identified]
Name: Revenant Fang
Type: Weapon – Sword
Grade: Unique (Awakened)
Description: A relic blade passed down in the Thorne bloodline. Once meant for a forgotten son. Resonates with souls bound to second chances.
Status: Bound to User – Noel Thorne
Trait: Increases clarity under life-threatening pressure. Evolves under extreme stress.
Noel frowned.
He read it again.
"Grade: Unique… Awakened."
That hadn't been there before.
He remembered exactly what it used to say—??? (Unawakened). Mysterious. Undefined.
Now it had form.
Now it had declared itself.
