As the first light of dawn painted the forest with golden hues, Arin awoke, the events of the previous day still fresh in his mind. With a sense of determination, he rose from his ground dusting his of dirt from his clothes,it took a moment to center himself, focusing on the world around him.

As he scanned his surroundings, his sharp eyes caught sight of his nemesis in the distance, still slumbering peacefully beneath the canopy of trees. A flicker of anticipation stirred within him, knowing that their encounter was inevitable.

Suddenly, his hand touched waist but something was missing Arin's veins, and he felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips. His gaze snapped downward, and to his dismay, he realized that Flameforged, his divine sword, was nowhere to be found.

Panic threatened to grip his heart as he frantically searched every nook and cranny of his surroundings, desperation mounting with each passing moment. But then, a calmness washed over him, and a realization dawned in his mind like a beacon of light piercing the darkness.

Closing his eyes, Arin focused all his thoughts and willpower on Flameforged, envisioning the fiery blade in his mind's eye. With each heartbeat, he called out to his divine weapon, return to his side.

And then, as if in response to his summons, he felt a familiar weight materialize in his hand, the comforting warmth of Flameforged hilt filling him with a sense of reassurance and strength.

But something was different now as Flameforged was not looking as it was now it completely change it's hilt made as representing dragon mouth and blade grew more longer and sharp radiating golden and red colour as if it was made of fire.

Closing his eyes, Arin exchange few moves again focused thought of keeping Flameforged to his answer sword gleaming brightly merged into his body which make Arin feel himself a surge of power.

Nemesis stirred from his slumber, his eyes blinking groggily as he rose to greet the new day. Stretching his limbs and yawning deeply, he scanned his surroundings, his gaze falling upon Arin, who seemed to be engaged in some sort of peculiar activity.

Confusion clouded the nemesis's mind as he watched Arin, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. What caught his attention, however, was the sight of Arin wielding a different sword, one that seemed to radiate with an otherworldly glow.

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With a mixture of shock and disbelief, the nemesis watched as Arin's movements became more fluid and precise, the sword seemingly an extension of his own will. But then, in the blink of an eye, the sword vanished from Arin's grasp, leaving him empty-handed once more.

"What the fuck "

The nemesis's heart skipped a beat as he processed what he had just witnessed, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible. Could it be that Arin possessed the power to summon and dismiss weapons at will? Or was there some other force at play, unseen and unfathomable?

Shaken to his core, the nemesis knew that he could not underestimate his adversary any longer.

As Arin and his nemesis exchanged wary glances, a shadowy figure materialized behind Arin, its presence casting a solemn aura over the forest clearing. Both Arin and his nemesis turned to behold the guardian of the forest, his form cloaked in mystery and ancient wisdom.

With a silent bow, the guardian addressed them, his voice resonating with a sense of solemnity and purpose. "I have watched your journey with great interest, young travelers," he intoned, his gaze piercing yet compassionate. "And now, I come to you thanking for your aid."

Arin and his nemesis listened intently as the guardian spoke of a curse that had befallen him, binding him to this realm and preventing him from ascending to the heavens was now undone and he can be freely descend.With each passing moment, his spirit grew weary, longing for the release that only freedom from the curse could bring and was brought by Arin and Nemesis.

But there was more to the guardian's tale than met the eye. He spoke of Arin's actions in freeing the souls trapped within the Tree of Lost Souls, a deed of great kindness and courage that had not gone unnoticed. Arin's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to comprehend the significance of his actions.

The guardian revealed the truth behind the sand golems that had plagued the forest, their tortured forms the result of a curse that had twisted their souls and bound them to a fate of eternal suffering. Arin felt a pang of sorrow at the revelation, his heart heavy with the weight of their plight.

As the guardian's revelation hung heavy in the air, Arin and his nemesis exchanged concerned glances, realising the gravity of the situation they now faced. The guardian's words echoed in their minds, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked ahead.

With a solemn nod, the guardian spoke once more, his voice tinged with urgency and resolve. "You cannot continue this journey without the aid of magic," he intoned, his gaze unwavering. "Deep within the forest lies a creature of great power, sealed away by ancient enchantments. Only through the mastery of magic can you hope to confront it and emerge victorious."

Arin's heart sank at the thought of the trials that lay ahead, but he knew that there was no turning back now. With a determined nod, he pledged to learn the ways of magic, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

Once again, the guardian expressed his gratitude to Arin and his nemesis for freeing him from the curse that had bound him for so long. "You have done a great service to both the living and the dead," he declared, his voice filled with solemn gratitude. "For that, I am eternally grateful hope you journey ends with your success now I will be teleporting you guys to back to village."

With a wave of his hand, the guardian summoned the last vestiges of his remaining power, enveloping Arin and his nemesis in a shimmering aura of light. In an instant, they were whisked away from the forest clearing, transported back to the entrance of their village with a sense of finality and closure.

As they stood amidst familiar surroundings once more, Arin and his nemesis exchanged a silent nod of gratitude to the guardian, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that they had played a part in freeing a soul from its eternal torment. With a final farewell, the guardian ascended to the heavens, leaving Arin and his nemesis to face the challenges that lay ahead, armed with newfound resolve and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.