In the hidden depths of Star Ocean, within the Mythical Coalition's Pagoda, far removed from the commotion of schemes and interrogations, there existed a private domain reserved exclusively for one existence just like any other Myths residing in the lavish pagoda.
However, these personal chambers belonged to one of the oldest members of the Mythical Coalition, which certainly had its merit, and this particular myth was none other than the Myth of White Swordsman.
At this moment, this place was silent; however, not the ordinary silence of empty halls, but a cultivated stillness, refined to the point where even stray thoughts seemed reluctant to linger.
The chamber was circular, its walls forged from pale astral stone veined with faint sword-runes that pulsed in slow, steady intervals, like the breath of a slumbering beast.
