He carefully fixed the purple gemstone into the hollow space of the hilt, and he almost dropped the weapon when the blade mystically glowed with a purple hue, from the bottom all the way to the angled tip. He glanced hesitantly at Alistair who gave him a nod of assurance, as if reassuring him that he needn't be scared to make a strike, and since everyone else had done it successfully, Maurice didn't think there was a chance that anything would go wrong in his case. He was probably overthinking the matter like his worried self.
"Here goes."
Sucking in a deep breath, he took in his preferred stance and grasped the hilt tightly.
