The reward had been this sword. It was a masterpiece, forged by Morthagar's finest blacksmiths. The sword was imbued with the essence of the land's power. It was a symbol of his strength and skill.
But it was also a reminder of the path he had walked to get here. A path of hardship, sacrifice, and unyielding determination. The emperor had presented it to him. It was a rare honor that solidified Cassian's place in Morthagar's history.
Cassian ran his fingers lightly over the hilt. He could feel the familiar texture beneath his skin. The sword was more than just a weapon to him. It was a part of who he had become.
It had been a constant companion through every battle, every challenge. As he lifted the sword, the blue flames flickered along the blade. They seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. The light danced in the room like living fire.
