Eryndor’s hand glowed faintly as she summoned a shimmering duplicate of the sword. With a flick of her wrist, the blade pointed directly at Travis, its gleaming edge glinting in the dim light. Her eyes locked onto him, sharp and unblinking, and in an instant, the sword shot toward him, a blur of metal and magic. It was so fast that Travis barely had time to react. His body tensed, his muscles frozen in place by the sheer speed of it. There was no way to avoid it.

Bracing for impact, Travis squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the sting of the blade. But nothing came.

Tentatively, he opened his eyes, his breath caught in his throat. The sword was floating mere inches from his face, suspended in the air, as if held by some invisible force. He could feel the faint pulse of energy radiating from it, but it wasn’t moving, not a hair’s breadth closer to him.

Eryndor’s voice was soft, but every word carried the weight of authority. "Lesson 1. A sword must listen to everything its master says. If you want me to cut something, I will. If you don’t, I won’t. Very simple, but you need power to make that happen. As much as I hate to admit it, you have to tame me, Travis."

Travis blinked, still frozen in place by the unnerving sight of the sword suspended so dangerously close. He tried to process what Eryndor was saying, his confusion clear. "Huh? I thought I was already your user, or whatever."

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Eryndor’s lips curled slightly, a faint trace of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Correct, but that doesn’t mean I’ve accepted you completely. You’re a temporary host. Take, for example, a K9 companion or a dog. You can let your close friends walk with it, even train it, but at the end of the day, it listens to you because you are its owner. Right now, you’re just a close friend. The almighty God of all is still my true owner."

Travis furrowed his brow, a knot forming in his stomach as the weight of her words sank in. ' How the hell am I supposed to tame a sword used by the strongest God in existence? '

Eryndor’s eyes glinted with something that could almost be mistaken for amusement. "Yes, it won’t be simple. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. For now, that should be your end goal. Well, we’re done with lessons today. Time to teach you how to fight."

She gestured to the space around them, and Travis felt a tingle of anticipation. He still didn’t fully understand the task ahead of him, but he knew one thing: whatever came next, it wasn’t going to be easy.

[A/N : It's your author here. Thank you for reading! For now, I've decided to go on hiatus and focus on my other novel. This has always been a future project in my mind, so if you could wait a month, that would mean a lot to me. As you can see from the unfinished chapter, I'm still working on developing this story.

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