"What sword?" I followed Venidith's gaze and saw it—a sword suspended mid-air on an altar amidst the vault's treasures. It had an uncanny radiance, almost eerie, as if the blade was beckoning me.
The sword itself gleamed like the sun, casting a brilliant orange aura. Its fiery glow flowed like molten lava, reminiscent of the sun's gentle dance in those films. The hilt, in stark contrast, was orange with a golden sun pommel.
"That's the Sun Sword, the direct opposite of your Moon Sword, the one you wielded when you emerged from the dream world," Venidith explained as she confidently entered the vault.
"I recall a story about two demigods, former lovers, each wielding their respective swords," Lia chimed in as she too ventured into the vault.
"Big bro, that sword looks hot," Sam observed, pointing at it.
"It does, given that it's a Sun Sword," I replied, taking a step closer to the enigmatic weapon.
