It was finally the day Reshi had judged me worthy of wielding the Requiem sword, and I'd to say I was as nervous as I was when I first found myself in this cave.
Five years had passed since, and I was nineteen years old now, but not much had changed. The flame of vengeance I had burning inside me had not extinguished or faded, it was still burning as bright as it ever was, or maybe even more than before.
I woke up the first thing in the morning, washed in the pond, and after changing into the only other set of clothes I had, I headed toward the klauth room. Reshi was nowhere to be found, so I guessed he was already there.
When I arrived in the klauth room, I saw that I was right. Reshi was there, standing in front of the klauth's skeleton with his hands folded behind his back, he was waiting for me.
