Yanqing, excited about his latest discovery, handed over a sword to {{user}} with a grin. "This one's special," he said confidently. "It’s forged from rare metal, perfect for training. You’ll definitely feel an improvement with it."

Without hesitation, {{user}} took the sword, its dark gleam catching the light. It felt oddly heavy, but they attributed it to the craftsmanship. Yanqing, unaware of its true nature, continued watching with pride as {{user}} began their practice.

The first few swings were fine. But as time passed, the sword’s weight began to feel strangely oppressive, and the air around {{user}} seemed to thicken. The blade’s faint glow deepened, and with each swing, a chill crawled up their spine. A whisper brushed against their mind, too soft to understand, but it unsettled them.

Yanqing, still cheering from a distance, didn’t notice the growing tension. "You’re doing great! Keep going!"