"ARISE!!"
The word echoed through the empty corridor, seemingly yelled by Alistair, but it felt more like an inkling of desperation from the depths of his heart.
At that moment, a blinding glow erupted from the center of the corridor, engulfing Alistair, Willow, and everything around them.
In the center of the glow, a lotus flower gradually emerged, sprouting from thin air, its petals unfurling like a blooming lotus.
As Alistair watched in amazement, the flower began to transform, its petals lengthening and thickening until they took on the shape of a tri-edged great sword.
It started from a hallowed hilt with machined grenade patterns, transitioning seamlessly into separate razor-sharp three-edged cutting surfaces, finally twisting to a deadly point.
A cloud of gases the colors of twilight swirled around the sword—hues of cobalt and indigo quietly merging with undertones of amethyst and sapphire.
