After a long while, Arlon finally lifted his gaze from the sword in his hands.
His fingers were still curled tightly around the hilt, as if letting go would somehow make it disappear.
He'd spent what felt like minutes just staring—turning the blade, watching how it bent the light, feeling the way its presence subtly pressed against his mana.
He had been utterly captivated.
Its properties were impressive, beyond anything he had hoped for. But its appearance was what had stolen his attention first.
Not because it was beautiful in the traditional sense—but because it felt unreal. As if reality had made an exception just to allow this thing to exist.
And even then, there was still one last piece of information that had tugged at his curiosity.
"Alive."
That word had shown itself when he looked through the Eyes of KET**, appearing in the information section, once again obscured.
Even enhanced by those divine eyes, the sword's identity remained shrouded.
