Kaguya stepped into a chamber unlike anything he had seen before. The air here was different—calmer, almost reverent. At the center of the chamber floated a sword, suspended in mid-air. It radiated a soft, blue glow, its blade pristine and etched with intricate patterns that pulsed faintly. The hum of energy was almost melodic, resonating deep within Kaguya's chest.
He approached cautiously, his breath shallow as an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washed over him. His hands trembled as he reached for the hilt. The moment his fingers touched it, a surge of energy coursed through his body, sending shockwaves through his very soul.
Memories that weren't his own flooded his mind. He saw flashes of battles against monstrous creatures with jagged teeth and unrelenting ferocity. One memory stood out—a field of golden grass stained crimson with blood. A lone warrior wielding the same sword cut down a swarm of monsters with precision and grace. Each swing of the blade was a calculated dance of death, the hum of its power echoing in the chaos.
The memories shifted. Now, he was in a dense forest, surrounded by shadowy figures. They weren't monsters but humans, their faces twisted with anger and betrayal. The sword's edge gleamed as it clashed against their weapons, sparks flying. The battle was fierce and personal, the sounds of blades striking and cries of pain filling the air.
A final memory surfaced—a massive fortress engulfed in flames. The warrior stood at its gates, the sword glowing brighter than ever. A shadowy figure emerged from the smoke, and the two clashed in a blinding explosion of light and power. The intensity of the battle made Kaguya's heart race as though he were the one fighting.
As the memories faded, Kaguya's crimson Tenagen eyes flared brighter, the intricate symbols within shifting into a new, more complex pattern. His stance changed, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a cold determination.
The sword hummed louder, as though responding to him. Kaguya tightened his grip, his mind no longer clouded by fear. He turned back toward the sound of the dragon's roar, the weight of his newfound power settling in.
The cavern trembled, the dragon's icy presence drawing closer.
And then...
The chamber grew still, the hum of the sword filling the silence.