Jacob soon realized that the Dragon Slayer's Sword in his hand grew stronger with every sword he destroyed. Perhaps this is akin to cultivating my Dragon Slayer's Sword!
As that thought crossed his mind, Jacob wielded his Dragon Slayer's Sword with renewed vigor. In no time at all, broken swords littered the ground, and sweat beaded on Jacob's forehead from the exertion.
Still, Jacob gritted his teeth and pushed on. He knew the battle before him was as much a trial for his Dragon Slayer's Sword as it was for him.
After cleaving the final sword in half, he collapsed on the ground, utterly spent. The elderly man looked at Jacob and appeared to smile.
He uttered, "You have overcome this challenge, and I hope you will succeed till the end. Then, you will have fulfilled our wish over the past few centuries…"
