Emery left Camelot behind and returned to the Fey Shrine.
Beneath its radiant canopy of Gaia tree, his true body sat in stillness, encased in an emerald light. Through that vessel, the purest strands of nature energy flowed, endlessly feeding his cultivation and spirit.
For the next several days, he devoted his time to refining the divine sword—Excalibur.
The weapon hovered before him, glimmering with both celestial and earthly light. Its blade thrummed like a living thing, resisting his touch. Even with his newly advanced realm, the sword refused to yield. The moment he tried to infuse it with his energy, the divine essence within the blade clashed violently against the darkness in his core. Sparks of conflicting laws danced through the air, golden light against void-black flame.
Emery persisted, weaving the delicate balance between light and darkness that defined his existence. After days of struggle, the blade finally dimmed, its resistance softening.