Emily stood in the chamber, the newly forged sword humming with energy in her grip. The blade, a perfect blend of darkness and light, felt alive. Each pulse matched her heartbeat, reminding her of the power she had chosen to wield. She glanced at Mira, who looked both amazed and apprehensive, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Emily, that's incredible," Mira breathed, stepping closer to inspect the weapon. "But… are you sure about this? This isn't just a tool; it's a part of you now."
"I know," Emily replied, her voice steady but edged with uncertainty. "But if we're going to face Kallan, we need every advantage we can get. This sword—this power—it's what we've been preparing for."
Mira's brow furrowed, concern etching deeper lines on her forehead. "Just be careful. The more power you take on, the more it can consume you. You've seen what Kallan has become."
