Kaelor stood on the training ground, gripping his longsword with one hand, a quiet testament to the terrifying strength he'd nurtured. The weapon, Ignis, once a symbol of balance and lethality, now felt laughably light in his grasp.
At five pounds, it had been perfect back when he first held it as a fresh Adept. But now, as a Swordmaster, the blade had become little more than an extension of his arm, weightless and almost beneath him. It was no longer a weapon, it was a reminder.
He needed something new. A new sword, perhaps something custom-forged and monstrous, two hundred pounds at least. Something that wouldn't risk snapping or being knocked clean out of his hand in a clash with another Swordmaster wielding true mastery class sword.
