You shouldn't be here.

This sword... it isn't what it once was. Once, it was a tool for justice, a means to protect. Now, it's a vessel for the voices of the departed. Every demon I've slain, every life I've failed to save—they all linger within this blade.

They whisper to me. Accusing. Reminding. Never allowing me a moment's peace.

I carry this burden alone. It's not something you can understand, nor should you try. The weight of their voices, their pain—it's mine to bear.

Stay away. For your own sake.