Aryia woke up feeling mentally exhausted, but physically energized, creating a weird situation.

"My soul or consciousness must have only been in that plain...weird.... or might have just been a dream," thought Aryia. 

He looked around the room, and realized it was his room at the village. The cottage that Aryia and his grandfather lived in was quite small so they both slept in the same room. 

At the side of his bed, he saw his grandfather looking at the pendant a bit lost about what to do.

"Grandpa, what happened?" asked Aryia with a tired voice. 

"Your martial spirits awoke yesterday."

"WHAT! No way, Grandpa! That's great!" Aryia shouted excitedly. 

"Wait spirit-s?" 

"Yes Aryia, you have twin martial spirits and the most unusual martial spirits I have ever seen," said the old man. 

"How do I see my martial spirits, grandpa?" hurriedly said. 

"Martial spirits are part of you, just will them to appear and they will appear. Sometimes martial spirits may appear on their own to protect you, which is your subconscious protecting yourself, so do not be worried if that happens." 

"I understand, Grandpa." 

Aryia innocently asked inside mind for his martial spirits to appear. Even though this version of summoning his martial spirits may have seemed childish, it was still a primitive way for Aryia to give his will. 

All of a sudden an almighty aura of kings and chaotic desolation spread throughout the whole village. The village members all looked towards Aryia and the old man's cottage. In front of Aryia and his grandfather appeared two ancient swords, one giving the aura of supreme monarchs and the other of primordial chaos. 

The old man had the urge to bow down towards these swords, as the aura, even with Aryia's weak will, was too prominent. 

Aryia looked in shock towards these swords, amazed and excited. However, when he noticed the words on the sword's, he was instantly reminded of his "dream". 

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"Oathbreaker and Oblivion......"

Oathkeeper's hilt was a gold similar to Aryia's eye color, shining as bright as a yellow star. The sword's blade was pure white as if a stain would just dirty the sword's flawless quality. Unnoticed to the old man, the sword slightly trembled under Aryia's gaze.

Oblivion's hilt was a deep purple as if the cosmos itself was reflected upon it. The blade was pure black, similar to Oathkeeper in design. However, if one were to look long enough at Oblivion's blade, one would feel as if they were looking at the embodiment of chaos itself. Similar to Oathkeeper, Oblivion slightly trembled under Aryia's golden gaze.

After a minute of silence and amazement, the aura's of these two swords immediately retracted and changed to that of absolute obedience, shocking the old man. It was if the supreme aura emitted by these two swords, that would make gods even bow their heads, was mere servants in front of Aryia. 

"I guess the words that old heavenly treasure spoke was true..." thought the old man. 

"Aryia, retract your martial spirits back into your body."

After a minute of fumbling, Aryia finally willed the two martial spirits to retract back into his body. 

The old man let out a heavy sigh. 

"Aryia, I will be leaving soon."

After a long pause...

"...Why....I do not have anyone else..." Aryia cried but with a supposedly calm voice. 

"Aryia, inside your pendant is a spirit tool that will guide you when I leave."

Aryia stared at his pendant. 

"Hello child," an ancient voice echoed in his mind. 

"Who..." 

"I am a friend of your father and grandfather...I will guide you from now on.."

"Aryia..." the old man said with a heavy voice. 

Aryia was innately an observant child with monstrous comprehension, so it was not that much of a surprise to him of his grandfather's sudden statement. However, that statement still made his heart feel like it was torn to pieces. 

"Grandfather...please...don't leave me..." Aryia said in between tears. 

"I'm going to find your parents," said the old man with a resolute face. 

"My parents...."

"Come, let's go the mountain top where you always go...I will tell you about your parents," said the old man.  

The old man grabbed Aryia and instantly vanished, appearing kilometers away at the mountain top.  

 Aryia was stunned by his grandfather's cultivation. Even with his monstrous comprehension and observation skills, he could have never been able to tell that his grandfather was actually a flying immortal, capable of flying kilometers with just a single thought. 

***

Meanwhile, outside Aryia and the old man's cottage..

The majority of villagers, attracted by the sword's aura, were bowing down in worship. The sword's aura, although gone, made the simple mortals of the village feel as if a god descended, upon their village. 

"This is why we are called Sovereign's village. Phenomena like this occurs every day in our village." The village chief roared shamelessly at a couple of "tourists". 

Suddenly Aryia and the old man's cottage burst in flames as if proving the village chief's claim. Oddly enough, the villagers did nothing to save the two supposed beings who lived in that cottage. 

Mostly because they could remember exactly who used to live there...