One night, Shadow awoke to a blinding light emanating from the blade. As he touched it, a vision overtook him:
He saw a burning kingdom, towers collapsing under the weight of dark forces. Amid the chaos stood a figure cloaked in shadows, wielding the black blade. The figure turned, revealing a face identical to Shadow's.
The vision shifted, showing another path: the same kingdom, prosperous and at peace. Shadow stood at its center, the blade shattered at his feet.
When the vision ended, Shadow was left gasping for air. The blade's whispers grew louder, taunting him.
The weight of his destiny pressed down on him. Shadow realized the blade wasn't just a weapon—it was a choice, one that could define the fate of the entire kingdom.