The Veilwood Forest was quiet, its canopy heavy with mist that clung to the air like a veil of secrets. The silence was broken only by the subtle hum of clashing mana domains—the oppressive weight of Kaelen's presence pressing against the sharp, crimson aura bleeding from Christopher's blade.
Kaelen's eyes narrowed, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of the Blade of Eternity at his side. 'That sword…' His gaze locked on the blood-red edge that pulsed faintly as though alive.
"Christopher…" Kaelen's voice was low, steady, but it carried a dangerous undertone. "Where did you get that crimson blade?"
