Chapter 7 - 6 - Enhanced
...With trembling hands, Riven reached for the sword’s hilt.
The moment his skin touched the metal, he felt it.
A stream of energy—subtle yet undeniable—flowed from the hilt into his fingers. It wasn’t painful, nor did it burn. It felt... warm, like the pulse of a living being caught in slumber.
This wasn’t a hallucination.
This sword—something deep inside him whispered—was Enchanted Grade.
Riven stood frozen, as if his mind was being pulled into a locked vault of memories: of tales told by adventurers, of hushed soldier gossip, of old books he’d stolen and read in silence.
This world knew six tiers of weapons, ranked by quality and the power they held.
At the bottom were weapons forged by common blacksmiths, without element, spirit, or hope—mere tools of iron and wood. Then came a more refined class, crafted with rare metals or imbued with basic enchantments. Refined weapons—the product of craftsmen who dabbled in magic, but not enough to weave miracles.
But this one—this sword—was nothing like those.
It was far beyond them.
The blade bore glowing runes, faint but unmistakable. A pale blue crystal was embedded deep within the silver steel—not as decoration, but as its heart. The metal was clean, dense, as though it had fused with some ancient power from the earth itself. A soft glow rippled across its edge, sometimes forming drifting particles that vanished like dream-smoke.