The sky grew cloudy, and the rumble of thunder echoed through the place, as if the entirety of heaven itself was roaring.
Eryke stood frozen, his figure completely halted, every fiber of his being seemingly turned to stone.
The Aura Sword in his hand rapidly withered, and in the next moment, it vanished.
The giant Sword Will began to hum with a strange tune as the sheath expanded to match its size. Suddenly, the Sword Will soared into the sky, with the sheath right below it, both spiraling upward in wide circles.
At last, the Sword Will slid into the scabbard.
A deep hum rang out, vibrating and echoing throughout the land.
Eryke's muscles twitched as clarity gradually returned to his eyes, yet even so, he remained still.
Inside his mind, countless thoughts surged, his entire comprehension of the Sword unraveling at once. His vision grew hazy, and in the next moment, he found himself in a dark place.
"Where am I?" he muttered with a frown, scanning his surroundings.
