The Start Of An Adventure

Kilineiram POV

And again sealed in a cave, I shouldn't have underestimated the 13 heroes.

I thought I could access my full power but it seems like by possessing my wielder I could only use his power and only use my energy a bit.

If I had to guess that was around 40% of my full power.

But now I am sealed again and this time for real they used some sealing spells to keep me in place.

Even though I currently would have enough power to get out of a cave I can't break the seals they placed upon me.

That means I have to wait again, and I will be interesting to find out if I would still get lakyus as a wielder like it was supposed to happen.

But first I have to wait again, but the good thing is I am close to 90% of essence and as soon as I am free I will try to get the last percent as soon as possible.

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Around 190 years later

Lakyus POV

I had heard the rumors for years—a cursed sword of immense power, sealed away in a cave by ancient magic.

I could not ignore the call of such forbidden lore. Determined to see the truth for myself, I set out, my heart steady.

Arriving at the cave, I found the entrance guarded by intricate arcane runes and binding spells that pulsed with residual magic.

I unfastened the heavy barrier with careful deliberation. Raising my staff, I intoned the well-practiced incantation of

"[Greater Dispel]"

,the words echoing clearly in the cool night air:

The luminous runes flickered and began to fade. Encouraged, I stepped into the darkness of the cavern. The corridors inside were narrow and winding, and the very air hummed with the power of old spells. Every few paces, I paused to recite

"[Greater Dispel]"

a spell taught to me by the high priests—to gradually weaken the lingering magical wards.

The walls glistened with the remnants of shattered enchantments as I ventured deeper, following the trail of the curse. It wasn't long before I reached a vast chamber where, encased in a number of shimmering, archaic seals, lay the sword. Its surface was dark as void and etched with runes that whispered of ancient battles and lost souls. I recognized the relic from the legends—it was Kilineiram, the demon blade spoken of in hushed tones by those who respected forbidden power.

Heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and resolve, I took a steadying breath. I placed my staff beside me and carefully began the final ritual.

"[Grand Dispel Magic]"

The magic around the sword stirred violently as the seals shuddered and splintered into motes of fading light. With a final burst, the bindings broke. In that charged silence, I reached out and grasped the hilt of Kilineiram. I could feel the dormant power thrumming within him, still partially held in check by the lingering echoes of the seals—but free now, if only by a hair's breadth.

In that moment, I made my choice. I would claim this cursed relic for myself. I gathered it close, concealing it within a specially prepared satchel and wrapping it in enchanted cloth. Though the whispers of its dark legacy chilled me, they also stirred a fierce desire to chart my own destiny. I had grown tired of the shadows that confined me; I longed to become an adventurer, to wield power and explore the world beyond the cloistered halls of my order.

My mind was already racing ahead to the adventures that lay beyond these ancient walls. The sword, Kilineiram, pulsed faintly in its bindings, as if acknowledging its new mistress. I could sense that, though it was not yet fully awakened, its essence was nearly complete. I vowed silently that I would one day unlock its full power.

With a determined step, I set off on the winding road ahead. The world awaited, rife with danger, mystery, and the promise of uncharted power. I was no longer content to hide in the safety of the temple or the shadows of the past—I would seize the mantle of an adventurer, forging my own legend with this cursed sword by my side.

("*:End of volume 1:*")