An ornate sword was sticking out of a slab on the floor, stuck straight up with the tip stabbed into the slab, as if it were waiting to be pulled out.

A shing sounded as you pulled it out, releasing it from its four-century-old sheathe.

A voice whispered in your mind, bringing with it a new presence.

『Gain his forgiveness, by hand of the fool who reached the Heavenly Sword.』

“All this standin’ ‘round’s makin’ me bored, you. Let’s begin.” He smiled. A wide, crazed and sadistic grin.