As Emery stood there, holding the wooden sword in his hands, a wave of bittersweet emotion washed over him. He had hoped, perhaps irrationally, to encounter something more—a lingering trace of his late senior, Fuxi.
But all that greeted him was the faint voice of the sword.
"What was I thinking…." he murmured to himself, trying to suppress the disappointment.
Emery ran his fingers along the smooth wooden hilt, tracing the delicate engraving of seven connected dots on the blade.
[Seven Star Sword]
[Long Sword - Tier 5]
[Lenght: 1 meter, Weight: 4 kilogram]
Despite its beauty, Emery knew the sword's true nature. It wasn't designed for combat or battle—this wasn't a warrior's blade, but rather a tool. Fuxi had used it to carve intricate formations, much like how Klea used her Lotus pen to scribe runes. The sword was a piece of art, an instrument of creation rather than destruction.
