Flick!
The shimmering runes flickered into existence, before me.
Arcane Relic: [Forgotten Blade].
Relic Rank: Ascendant
Relic Tier: IIII
Relic Description: [ She once gave HIM all, until she lost it all.
Forged from the agony of a broken bond, and the coldness of betrayal, the forgotten blade's edge, hungers for the betrayal of kin.]
"Interesting."
I squinted my brows at the description.
Chuckling darkly in obvious amusement, I couldn't help but wonder who the callous man that the spell referred to as "HIM" was?
As for why I was every, little bit, curious?
It definitely wasn't because of the tragic love story. Well, a little bit of that. But more of the fact that the "HIM" used by the spell in the connotation of the man, was a sort of honorific.
As in, not a god level honorific, but for a being of higher status. Hence, I was pretty much curious about said being.
However, on second thought, I exhaled lightly.
"Whoever it is, has nothing to do with me."
As for why I suddenly had a change of thought? The answer was rather obvious.
Poking my nose into the affairs of such a being was a recipe for disaster. And I, on the other hand, was rather less inclined to face such fate.
…The memory's rank, however, did disturb me a little. After all, from the spell's point of view, I was considered a dormant human. And considering the fact that there were several ranks to everything in the Arcane Spell.
From dormant, to awakened, to ascendant, transcendent, supreme, holy, monarch, and so much more. Of course, that's with the exclusion of dark creatures and other special or rare creatures who follow the profane ranking system, and hence were ranked as:
Dormant, Awakened, Fallen, Corrupted, Great, Profane Monarch, and so much more, that I really hoped I never had to worry about any time soon.
…Hence, receiving an Arcane relic of the ascendant rank, as good as it sounds, trust me, wasn't really such a good thing.
Especially when considering the fact that, the expenditure of soul or arcane essence, wasn't something I was capable of handling. At most, I would be able to use it once or twice. And, that was after pushing myself beyond my limits.
I grimaced in dark annoyance.
Or, was it the fact that from the spell's point of view, this was the same as possessing a weapon two ranks above me. In such a case, the weapon was no longer helpful, and instead, was rather… useless.
Don't even get me started on the fact that the Arcane weapon was of tier four! Fucking tier four! Wasn't that the same thing as handling a sword to a toddler? What use could I make of it?
Sighing in exasperation, I suppressed the anger and rage boiling within me.
After all, as bad as things seemed to be, was actually, I still had the weapon given to me by the blind girl.
I could use that for the meantime.
"At least, until I am strong enough to make use of the damn blade."
'Yes. That will do.'
I nodded.
With a deep exhalation, I shrugged it off, focusing once again, on the set of runic descriptions.
Arcane Enchantments: [Betrayal's reach], [Cold Reaper], [Last Vow].
Slightly tilting my head, I willed the spell to bring out the enchantments descriptions.
[Betrayal's Reach].
Enchantment Description: [The forgotten blade can elongate up to three to four meters in length, transforming into a spear-like form, for a limited time.
The transformation is swift, but costs a certain amount of essence and stamina, depending on its wielder.]
"Not bad."
I smiled in satisfaction.
This was made just for me. The treachery and the cunningness within it.
…They were all just to my taste.
I could already imagine the various scenarios where this enchantment could be of handy help. From surprise attacks to mid-range thrusts. The plethora of moves it gave, were pretty much endless.
I nodded, clearly pleased with the enchantment description.
[Cold Reaper].
To be honest, this was a rather cool name. But hopefully, the qualities it possesses were just as useful.
Enchantment Description: [With each blood drawn, the target's body temperature and stamina drops, stacking slowly. After several consecutive hits, the target may become sluggish or slightly numb.]
"Not bad," I grinned. "Not bad at all..."
With such an enchantment, fighting in prolonged battles against a powerful enemy, increased my chances of coming out victorious. Not that I wanted to face such a powerful opponent. I was pretty much okay with preying on the weak.
At least, that way, I can keep my life. But, either way, the enchantment was still pretty much useful.
With a light sigh, I went through the last description.
Last Vow. Enchantment Description: [Only when she gave it all, did he become whole.
When the wielder is in critical danger, or on the verge of death, the blade unleashes a desperate counter. However,
Upon the Last Vow, the forgotten blade shall be broken. Just like he did… her.]
Is it just me or does the spell seem to be sympathizing with this woman. The thought alone gave me the chills.
However, the fate of poke nosing into the spell's affairs, that was even if my hypothesis was right, was more dreadful to think about. Hence, I did what a wise man would do in such a situation.
I did like I knew nothing about it. And simply moved on with my thought process.
…I was pretty much satisfied with the arcane weapon. Especially with the last enchantment. With it, I could at the very least, ensure that I live to see the next day.
Though, I doubted I ever wanted to encounter a scenario that would force me into such a situation. And, who was to even know, if upon the Last Vow, the weapon could really save me from said dire situation?
With a dark grimace, I decided not to think too much about it.
What other choice did I have?
If there was anything this cursed and wretched land had taught me, it was that one had no control of the horrors and the numerous harrowing scenarios that could be thrown at them. The only thing one could do, was plan and take things into one's hand or… well, hope for the best.
Even if the latter was wishful thinking.
With an exasperated sigh, I turned to face the shimmering void. And with a final exhalation, I closed my eyes, allowing the weariness of the day to take over.
...Tomorrow, another cruel fate awaits.