I reached out, hesitating for just a moment, before my fingers closed around the hilt. The instant I touched it, a shock of raw energy ripped through me, and the world around me spun. I gasped as my legs gave way, collapsing to my knees. My vision blurred, but then the images came—clear and unstoppable—flooding my mind like a dam had broken.
I saw things I could never have imagined. A time before time itself, when angels walked the earth, their wings cutting through the heavens. There was a great battle—a war between light and darkness so vast it tore the very skies apart. And at the center of it all was him—Luciel, in his radiant glory, wielding this very blade with such righteousness, such power.
But then, the fall. I saw it—felt it—the moment when Luciel became Satan, his once-glorious form twisting with hatred, the blade in his hand darkening, warping as if it shared his fall. It became something else, something corrupt. The visions were too much, overwhelming me completely, but even through the chaos, I felt something stir deep inside me, a strange connection to the sword. It was like it had been waiting for me, calling out to me across the ages.
The visions slowly faded, leaving me breathless and trembling. I pushed myself off the ground, my fingers still clutching the hilt. The weight of the sword felt different now. It wasn't just a relic. This thing was alive. Its power coursed through me, dark and immense, but… there was something more. Something hidden. Beneath all the darkness, I could sense a faint glimmer of what it once was, a small light struggling to break free from the corruption.
I hesitated, standing there with the sword in my hand, its ominous aura radiating around me. The whispers from the blade grew louder, filling my head with ancient words, promises, and dangers I couldn't fully understand. I barely had time to think when the ground began to tremble beneath my feet. The cave shook violently, stones falling from the ceiling, cracks forming along the walls.
No time to think. Instinct took over. I tightened my grip on the sword and ran, sprinting toward the entrance as the cave began to collapse around me. The air was thick with dust and the thunderous sound of boulders crashing down. I made it out just in time, stumbling forward as the entrance sealed shut behind me, the earth swallowing whatever secrets had been carved into the walls inside.
Breathing heavily, I stood there for a moment, staring at the now-blocked cave. Whatever answers had been waiting for me in there were gone, buried under the rubble. The sword hummed in my hand, its whispers quieting down to a low murmur. I had more questions now than ever before, but the cave—like the past—was lost to me.
I sighed and turned back the way I'd come, the weight of the blade pulling me down, but somehow, I knew I couldn't let it go. It was mine now, for better or worse. The village was quiet as I approached, the familiar sight of the small homes and narrow streets a strange comfort after everything that had just happened.
I tightened my grip on the sword and kept walking, unsure of what awaited me next, but knowing deep down that whatever it was, there was no turning back.