The scintillating light died down, and Dame Seraphine smiled.
"And so, a Sword of Existence is born," she said. "Whether your name will be carved and recorded across existence, or whether you will serve and pass unremembered, is yet to be seen. That is for your records to decide, not for me." She studied him.
"But you are a bit special. So let us give you your special treatment. Because you are special, a directive will likely arrive with missions tailored specifically to you. Others among the Swords are sent to join Wars, or to specific Observable Existences to hunt Gilded Ones or Infinite Lifeforms. Yours may be geared more toward Terminal Observable Existences, given what you have shown yourself capable of."
She raised a finger.
