A stood before the ancient altar, the flickering light of the temple's torches casting eerie shadows on the walls. His eyes were fixed on the sword before him—a blade unlike any he had ever seen. The blade itself shimmered as if it were made from liquid silver, glowing softly in the dim light. As soon hsreached out and grasped the hilt. The moment his fingers closed around it, a surge of energy shot through his body. His vision blurred, and a sharp pain exploded in his head. The world around him began to spin violently, and before he could comprehend what was happening, everything went black….now…in a void within his soul…now bonded with another….

Serene: (Sitting casually on a throne made of emerald light was a woman, her legs crossed and her arms draped over the armrests. Her hair was a vivid green, cascading down her shoulders in waves, and her eyes glowed with the same strange energy that had emanated from the sword. She wore a confident smirk, her posture relaxed but commanding despite her short stature.) "Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with sass. "Look who decided to play hero and grab the shiny sword. Not exactly the brightest move, was it?…sigh idiot."