The Calyxis.

Ethan and John stood before the ancient stone archway. Its surface was etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The portal towered above them, silent and imposing, seemingly waiting for the right moment to spring to life. John's eyes darted from the arch to Ethan, sensing the tension in the air.

"This is it, then," John said, as he stood afar from Ethan. "The Portal."

Ethan nodded, his hand resting on the smooth stone arch as he took out the key to unlock the portal from his pocket. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in sync with the pulse of energy surrounding the portal.

"I've come this far. There's no turning back," Ethan whispered, more to himself than to John. His fingers curled around the key, and he placed it in the small circular indentation at the base of the portal.

Suddenly, the air around them crackled with energy. Lightning-like tendrils of light leapt from the runes, A low hum vibrated through the ground, building in intensity. Ethan's heart pounded as the portal's light reached its peak.

A blinding flash consumed the area.

Sure, here is the shortened version: "When the light receded, Ethan found himself in a vast, spiritual realm surrounded by seven colossal figures, it was the gods themselves radiating a force he had never experienced."

"Ethan," one of them spoke, a voice like thunder, "you have unlocked the portal, but your journey does not end here."

Ethan felt the weight of their gazes upon him, but he stood firm, knowing this was his destiny.

"You have proven your worth," said another god, her eyes glowing like twin suns. "But a village lies in peril, doomed to destruction by some demons. Only you can save it."

As they spoke, Ethan's mind filled with visions: a village engulfed in flames, its people screaming, lost in chaos. Shadows of demons looming, threatening to consume everything in its path. Ethan's hands clenched into fists as the images swirled in his mind.

Then, one of the gods stepped forward, holding something gleaming in his hands. It was a sword, unlike anything Ethan had ever seen.

"This is Calyxis," the god intoned, his voice shaking the very fabric of the realm. "Forged in the heart of the universe, by the hands of the gods themselves. No mortal nor immortal has ever wielded such power. It is the most powerful tool ever seen in our history."

The sword was magnificent. Its blade gleamed with an ethereal light that danced and shifted as if made of liquid fire. Lighting etched into its surface glowed with ancient magic. The hilt was wrapped in shimmering metal, inlaid with jewels that seemed to pulse with life, and the guard curved gracefully like wings ready to take flight. Holding it, Ethan could feel the force of the cosmos flowing through it.

As the sword touched his hands, a jolt of energy surged through him. He could feel the connection as if the weapon had always been a part of him. Visions filled his mind once more, the path he must take to the village, the enemies he would face, and the power of the sword that would guide him through it all.

"The sword will lead you," the gods said in unison. "Use it wisely, for it holds the power to reshape destiny."

Ethan bowed his head, overwhelmed yet resolute. When he blinked, he found himself back at the portal, the sword in his hand. John was staring at him in awe, his mouth agape.

"Ethan… is that man?"

Ethan said "It's time to save the village and kick some demon's butt", gripping the sword tightly.