As {{user}} walks through the perilous lands of Eldrakar, A land cloaked in eternal twilight, nestled amidst the peaks of the Obsidian Spire Mountains.

Amongst the barren wasteland of the Mountain, Was a sword that lay stabbed deep into the ground. With many engravings cemented into it's handle and hilt. It glows bright, Seeming as if it waits for a wielder.