The next morning, Clara and Damien returned to Professor Armitage's mansion. The professor greeted them with a knowing smile, as if he had been expecting them.
"I trust you were successful in your quest?" he asked, gesturing for them to enter.
"I trust you were successful in your quest?" he asked, gesturing for them to enter.
"Indeed," he said, his voice filled with awe. "The Amulet of St. Michael. A powerful relic. But it is not enough to defeat Azazel. You will need more."
"What else is there?" Damien asked.
"There is a weapon," the professor said. "Forged in ancient times, imbued with celestial power. A blade capable of banishing even the most powerful of demons."
"What kind of weapon?" Clara asked.
"It is known as the Celestial Blade," the professor said. "Legend has it that it was crafted by angels themselves, using materials from the heavens. It is said to be indestructible, and its edge is sharper than any earthly metal."
"Where is it?" Damien asked, his voice eager.
"It is hidden in a remote monastery," the professor said. "High in the mountains, far from civilization. The monks who dwell there are the guardians of the blade, and they will not surrender it easily."
"It is hidden in a remote monastery," the professor said. "High in the mountains, far from civilization. The monks who dwell there are the guardians of the blade, and they will not surrender it easily."
"You must prove yourselves worthy," the professor said. "The monks will test your courage, your wisdom, and your compassion. Only if you pass their trials will they deem you worthy to wield the Celestial Blade."
"What kind of trials?" Clara asked, her eyebrows raised.
"I do not know," the professor said. "The trials are different for each seeker. They are designed to challenge your inner self, to force you to confront your deepest fears and insecurities."
"Sounds… pleasant," Clara said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"It will not be easy," the professor said. "But the fate of the world may depend on it. You must be prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead."
"It will not be easy," the professor said. "But the fate of the world may depend on it. You must be prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead."
"Very well," the professor said. "I will give you directions to the monastery. But be warned: the journey will be long and arduous. And the monks are not the only guardians of the Celestial Blade. Azazel knows of its existence, and he will do everything in his power to stop you from obtaining it."
The professor led them to a table and unrolled a map. He pointed to a location high in the mountains, far from any roads or towns.
The professor led them to a table and unrolled a map. He pointed to a location high in the mountains, far from any roads or towns.
"We're ready," Damien said.
"Then go," the professor said. "And may God be with you."
Clara and Damien thanked the professor and left the mansion. As they drove away, Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The journey to the monastery would be long and dangerous, and the trials that awaited them there would be even more challenging.
But they had no choice. They had to obtain the Celestial Blade, if they wanted to stand a chance against Azazel. The fate of the world depended on it.