Kairen held the Essence Blade in his hand, the cool, blue-white light of the solidified starlight painting his face in ethereal hues. It felt impossibly light, yet thrummed with a dense, contained power that sang in his bones. He had done it. He had forged a weapon from his own will, anchored by the memories in his 'Inner Sanctum'.
He gave it a test swing, cutting through the misty air of the Sanctum. The blade moved with a speed he wasn't prepared for, leaving a faint, glowing trail that hung in the air for a heartbeat before dissolving. It made no sound, just a pure, high, resonant hum.
Sage Vanamali watched him from the edge of the still, mirror-like lake. "You have forged your will," the Sage observed, his voice calm. "You have a weapon. A focus."
Kairen let the blade dissolve, the light flowing back into the 'thread' and retracting into his core. The sense of completeness it gave him was addictive. "I've mastered it."
