The sword in front of him is so majestic that Raven's been watching it without moving an inch for a while.
After a few moments, he began to slowly walk toward it. As he got close to the sword, the emerald blue aura in the air moved to the side, as if it made a path to the sword for him.
"Is it calling me?" said Raven, feeling that the sword is drawing him toward it.
"Whatever it is, I'm in," he said as he sped up his pace.
As he got closer, the attraction he felt from it began to increase a bit.
"But," Raven stood in front of the sword and looked toward its hilt.
"How do I take it?"
The sword is almost the same height as Raven, and the part where it's held by hand is even higher than his head.
As he looks up at the sword hilt, suddenly, almost as if the sword heard what he said, it began to decrease in size.
"Oh," exclaimed Raven as he took a step back.
