The Ghostly Hilt appears to be crafted from bones bleached by time. It is slender, with its surface adorned by intricate designs that resemble winding spirals and runes, seeming to pulse with a faint glow, as if radiating its own ethereal light. The grip is subtly carved to fit perfectly in the palm, making it feel like a natural extension of the wielder’s hand. At the end of the hilt sits a small crystal with a milky, semi-translucent hue that absorbs light. When the blade’s power is activated, the crystal glows with a gentle blue radiance.
The blade that emerges from the hilt is not material in the traditional sense. It is a semi-transparent, luminous blade, no longer than an arm's length, gleaming with a subtle, moon-like light. The blade seems to ripple and shimmer, as if it does not fully belong to this world but is merely a spectral reflection, an echo of something that once existed. With each movement, the blade leaves behind a delicate trail reminiscent of drifting smoke or the flickering glow of the northern lights.
According to legend, long ago, when the boundaries between the world of the living and the world of spirits were incredibly thin, there was a village on the edge of an ancient, dark forest. The villagers, living in constant fear, violated the sanctity of the forest by cutting down its trees to ensure their survival. This act invoked the wrath of the forest’s guardian, a spirit named Aeloria, who decided to punish them.
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Among the villagers was a young man named Kael, who had no part in the desecration but chose to save his village. He ventured into the forest to meet Aeloria, ready to sacrifice his life to spare others. The guardian, surprised by his courage, decided to give him a chance. She bestowed upon him the Ghostly Hilt—an artifact crafted from the bones of spirits who had sacrificed themselves for the forest, with a crystal that held a fragment of Aeloria’s own heart.
The tales say that the Ghostly Hilt still exists, waiting for someone capable of bearing its weight—not just physical but moral as well. Will there be a brave soul willing to summon the ethereal blade? Will their heart be pure enough to bear the spirits’ power? Or is the blade merely a curse, destined to destroy its next wielder? No one knows the answer, but one thing is certain—the Ghostly Hilt still waits, and the spirits have not forgotten their vow.