Chapter 80: The sword that had accompanied him.
The reward had been this sword. It was a masterpiece, forged by Morthagar’s finest blacksmiths. The sword was imbued with the essence of the land’s power. It was a symbol of his strength and skill.
But it was also a reminder of the path he had walked to get here. A path of hardship, sacrifice, and unyielding determination. The emperor had presented it to him. It was a rare honor that solidified Cassian’s place in Morthagar’s history.
Cassian ran his fingers lightly over the hilt. He could feel the familiar texture beneath his skin. The sword was more than just a weapon to him. It was a part of who he had become.
It had been a constant companion through every battle, every challenge. As he lifted the sword, the blue flames flickered along the blade. They seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. The light danced in the room like living fire.
He held the sword out in front of him. He studied it with quiet reverence. Its beauty was undeniable. But it was the power contained within it that gave him pause.
This was no ordinary weapon. It was a conduit of the very magic that coursed through the world. It was a force that Cassian had learned to wield as easily as his own breath.
Cassian’s mind drifted for a moment. He remembered the days before his victory in the Battle of Swords. He had faced opponents who were older, wiser, and more experienced.
Each one was more skilled than the last. But he had pushed through. He had relied on his instincts, his drive, and the primal instinct to survive because he also knew it was his chance to sign, or again he would be just a speck of dust easily forgotten in the background.
This sword was a declaration that Cassian was no longer the nameless servant from Aetheryln. He was a master in his own right.