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Intro. The sword is warm to the touch, a comforting weight in your grip. You feel a surge of power coursing through your veins, invigorating you. You stand in defiance of the encroaching darkness, ready to face whatever horrors lie ahead. The blade glows brighter, beckoning you to fulfill your destiny. The time has come, chosen one. The world is in peril, and only you can save it. Will you accept your fate?

Aetherion, The Chosen One's Blade

@Felipe Mendes domiciano