In the dimly lit chamber, Kaelen stood before the Eternal Venerables, the figures who had been guiding him through his arduous trials. His once youthful features had taken on a sharp, refined edge, and his eyes glimmered with a calm intensity that hadn't been there before. The Blade of Eternity at his side hummed softly, its aura in sync with Kaelen's newfound power. He was no longer the boy who had entered this sacred place, but something far more—the Eternal Bladesman.
The Venerables, their ghostly forms floating above him, regarded Kaelen with an air of solemn respect. Their ethereal voices echoed in unison, "You have passed the trials, Kaelen Dragonyx. You have embraced the weight of the Blade of Eternity, but the path ahead remains fraught with peril. The title you now bear, Eternal Bladesman, is not just a symbol of power but a mantle of responsibility. The world will soon test you, and only through your choices will you prove your worth."
