Chapter 11: Special Golem
Ember always started her morning with a quick coffee, then meticulously took care of the saber she had received from her late mother.
She always kept the weapon on a small altar in her home, which had a stand for the sword, a photo of her mother, and some trinkets, along with other things that reminded her of that woman.
The girl kneeled before the altar and prayed for a moment. Then, carefully, she removed the sword from its stand. Finally, she slowly unsheathed it, revealing a perfectly sharp blade, so smooth it reflected like a mirror.
To complete the beautiful look of the blade, at its base was the design of a beautiful rose, inscribed with a very special magic. It was said that this weapon could feel its master's love for it. Others simply called it a relic that would be better off in a museum.
Either way, the redhead continued her ritual and began cleaning her saber with a cloth that was also special to her. She carefully wiped away even the smallest speck of dust.
Finally, she allowed a small amount of mana to flow through the sword, making it glow and heat up. Then, she carefully sharpened the blade, even though the intense heat would occasionally burn her fingers.
After finishing her morning ritual, she dressed. Normally, she would choose more elegant adornments, but for the test day, she opted for leggings and a stylish white shirt with a slight neckline.
Even though she was going to battle that day, she was not the type to neglect her appearance. That's why she spent a good amount of time detangling her long hair. She wouldn't leave the house until she was impeccable. After all, she always needed to look perfect.
She also wore a purple pendant she had bought. It was a magical item capable of creating a shield. Her sword was also special, acting as a catalyst for her powers.
Aside from that, she would carry a small bag with an exploration kit. That meant a lantern, some first-aid supplies, a restoration stone, an automatic map, smoke bombs, ropes, and a few simple materials to set up a trap.
Leaving her house, Ember took a deep breath for a moment, feeling a slight tightness in her chest. Trying to calm herself, she touched the hilt of her beloved sword. And once again, she repeated to herself: