Chương 8: Chapter 7: The Golden Blade

The floating sword drifted toward Rayan. Slowly. Almost gently. Yet the pressure it emitted was terrifying. Every instinct warned him not to touch it. The Guardian spoke.

"This is not a weapon." Rayan blinked.

"It looks exactly like a weapon."

"It is a concept."

"... That doesn't help." A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. The Guardian ignored him.

"This blade represents Judgment." The sword stopped before him. Golden symbols covered its surface. Ancient runes. Words older than kingdoms. Older than history.

"Dharma does not seek destruction." The Guardian continued.

"It seeks balance." The sword touched Rayan's chest. Light exploded. Agony followed. Rayan screamed. Knowledge flooded his mind. Battles. Wars. Techniques. Swordsmanship beyond mortal comprehension. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Minutes later— The pain vanished. Rayan collapsed to the ground. Panting heavily. A golden mark now rested on his right hand.

"What was that?" The Guardian answered.

"Your first Astra Skill." The mark glowed. Words appeared before his eyes. == Dharma Astra Skill Acquired: [Judgment Blade] == Rank: Unknown == Description: Manifest Astra energy into a blade capable of striking both body and soul. Rayan stared. A skill. An actual skill. A grin slowly appeared. For the first time since awakening— He felt genuinely excited.