The crystalline orb on the pedestal pulsed with a steady, ethereal light, its glow illuminating the chamber. The room, which had moments ago been a battleground, now felt calm and reverent, as if the air itself recognized the gravity of what was unfolding. The spectral figure regarded the team with a solemn expression, its glowing form casting long shadows.
Ethan approached the pedestal cautiously, his Radiansaber still in hand but unlit. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. His crew watched silently, their trust in him evident in their steady gazes.
"The Eternal Flame," the spectral figure intoned, its voice resonating through the chamber, "is not merely a weapon. It is a force of creation and destruction, a relic of a time when the balance of the cosmos was fragile. To wield it is to shoulder a burden that few can endure."
