Plumeveil

The small sapling stands just as tall as a foot, barely reaching the height of his knees. Its thin trunk and branches are soft purple, smooth and young. Only a few leaves grow on it, and all of them are pale and white like snowflakes. The colors didn't match with each other, yet they looked beautifully enchanting together.

The branches stretch out in all directions, thin and tangled, resembling the myriad shapes of a spiderweb.

Even though the sapling looked sacred, mystical, and beautiful, there was something else that had caught Nolan's attention.

Hanging gently from one of the branches is a tiny orb of light, glowing softly, as if the sapling is holding a star. It resembles a fruit, but something more than that as well.

'What is that...?'

Thinking, Nolan took a step forward. Leaning down, he reached for the orb, but before he could do anything, the orb broke out from the branches on its own and landed on his hand.

The moment the orb touched his hand, something ancient whispered in his mind, granting him knowledge about it. 

[Ember: Plumeveil]

Understanding the words, Nolan remembered something.

'Huh! Is this the ember that I've gotten around the corpse of the monkey...?' Finding no other explanation, he nodded his head.

'Must be it.'

Looking at the orb of light with some more curiosity, he tried to weigh it... but to his surprise, there was none. The thing in his hand was entirely weightless, or that is what appeared to him at least.

'What is the use of this...?' Thinking, Nolan looked at the orb and whispered its name.

"...Plumeveil."

The moment he said those words, the orb shivered a little.

If Nolan had paid attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed that the fog surrounding him and the realm moved a little toward the orb, covering it with a layer of faint light.

The glob of light then moved a little and began to change its shape. It first increases in size. Soon it was a meter long. Before Nolan could perceive it all, the vague silhouette of something else began to form, and before a second passed…

…a sword lay in his hand.

The sword is narrow and curved slightly like a quill, with finely microscopic barbs along the flat side. It didn't weigh much, almost as if a feather lay in his hand. 

It was light, swift, and looked elegant.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Nolan couldn't help but whisper: 

"How beautiful..."

Looking at it, he remembered all those shows he had watched with his father in his childhood. He remembered his dad was quite a fan of swordsmanship, and some must have rubbed off on him because soon enough, he had found himself liking these metal pieces as well. 

Well, it was all in his early teen years, and he wasn't that big of a fan of swords nowadays, but still kept up with them sometimes. 

Yet, even with all his familiarity with swords, he could say with confidence that he hadn't seen something like this. The sword in his hand was perfect... perfect from every angle. He couldn't find any flaw in it. 

It is perfect.

Grabbing its hilt, Nolan moved it around.

It wasn't just looks either. The sword moved in perfect harmony... or at least as much perfection as he could will it to be.

Like a child who had just gotten his hands on a new gift, he was eager to play with the sword, but something else had caught his attention.

Right in front of him, a screen was floating, waiting for him to understand it. Sighing, he put the sword on his left shoulder and looked at the weird letters in front of him.

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Name: [Plumeveil]

Rank: [Primor]

Tier: [IV]

Item Descriptions: [Deep into its slumber, it w...]

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Before moving ahead, Nolan stopped, a hint of surprise appearing over his face. He was aware of the name and rank, but there was something new as well.

'So, there are tiers as well. It wasn't mentioned in the Desire or Rank section. Is it independent of the items? Huh! How many tiers are there then?' Even the new second came with a new question, and soon he found himself surrounded by them. 

But even these questions didn't last long when he read the description of the item.

Item Descriptions: [Deep into its slumber, it was disturbed by a sudden shout. Enraged, it chased the being without any desire. The prey was within reach, only for it to meet its death. Dying, the only thing it desired was the death of the coward who attacked from the dark.]

A smirk appeared on his face as Nolan read the last moment of the monster that tried to kill him... or at least he thought these were the last moments of the monster.

'Were they?'

The smirk turned into a bittersweet feeling as he continued to read the description.

'So it was sleeping... well, even I would have been enraged if someone disturbed my sleep.' A moment earlier he was feeling enraged, but now Nolan could somewhat understand what the monster was going through.

Before the description brought some information with it, but now he found himself getting more and more confused by reading the description.

'Chased the being without any desire? What does it mean by that?'

Somehow, he felt the monster was insulting him even after its death... but was it right to blame the monkey when it wasn't the one who had written the description?

'I mean, who even wrote this shit... and how dare he call me something without any desire... I guess I'm somewhat lost in that criteria, but still... calling me someone with a desire isn't it a little insulting?' 

'What little… it is a fucking big insult..' 

'Sigh! The moment I find him, it will be his last.' Continue cursing whoever had written these descriptions, Nolan sighed and moved forward. 

[Enchantments: [Razor Chant], [Blood Trail], [Hurling Oath], [Drenched]]

He didn't play that many games, but the ones he had played were enough for him to understand that the enchantments were aspects of the weapon... or something like that.

He wasn't entirely sure how they worked, but he at least had a basic understanding of them. Having a basic sense, he willed to know more about the four enchantments.

The moment he thought this, the enchantments revealed all of their entirety in front of him.

[Razor Chant: Glaring at it, the only thing it wanted to do was cut the limbs apart.]

'This motherfucker… who gave him the job of writting things..'