After the fierce battle between the tyrant and the wrath of the creator. It brought sheer devastation upon the nation of Aghraim, Keshoval, and its capital Ravalind. The land had become a barren place, trees burning, the soils were desolated, and the dryads could feel nature's agony.

The druids are in motion turning dead trees to life, the fire caused by the hundreds of lightning quickly spread. Through Ravalind a great catastrophe was seen by the power of a lightning-like tsunami. Where a line of fire could be seen miles away from burning woods to charcoals, to ash. Even animals and beasts were roasted, and some manage to scram away before the storm could hit the place.

What the people witnessed was but the crack of the first, yet its force was too much to bear as countless theories erupt. Some speculate the return of the great stillmage that once rage war upon the entire nation. Others say the resurrection of the imprisoned one. While other nations are suspicious of each other's growth of power assuming it may be some kind of a weapon.

Through a tall wall, the priestess and Roland stand side by side spectating the desolated land. They stand guard for anything that might again occur. And following the minutes of silent, the priestess spoke to him,

"I see you've grown."

"Well, time sure was fast." He responds watching the people fixing the buildings the walls and extinguishing the flames.

The young priestess measured him; she could see the legendary sword radiates in the holy aura. She turns around towards the devastation brought by an unknown force. She was lost in thoughts the unholy aura that still lingers in the air shivers their presence. By comparing the holy sword, the sheer size of devastation brought by Akatosh's first seal far surpasses the legendary weapon which Roland carries 'Ragarish'.

"But what if." The priestess thought.

She looks at the sword for just a second and asks him if she could look at Ragarish. "But what if the holes were filled."

"Draw your sword that I may look at it." She asks.

Roland without a word pulls out the holy sword. Much like Farenggar Ragarish had the same ten holes but what it holds was but a blue gem rather than red.

In the past, four holy weapons were used by the heroes of the past to battle the scourge of evil the fragments of Faravish himself. Through times the holy sword came to a legend, but some still know this. Hoping not to be used in dark ways they hide the legends for not to be swayed towards the path of darkness.

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The sword Farenggar was now at the hands of Ashalain herself. The fire of Azarus, the red gem, the red diamonds which hold the symbol of fire, the symbol of power. Its other sibling Ragarish the banisher of demons and evil the purity of the water, where it holds a blue gem, an aquamarine. The third Mazur is the symbol of nature and life, the green gem of emerald. And last was the sword of the air which is said to be guarded by the people from the sky a white gem, so it holds the symbol of air the power of wind and sky. Unknown to the hero the legendary sword could transform into any kind of weapon either spear, bow, shield, mace, you name it. And each of these legendary items resembles a ten-hole.

The young priestess her name long and forgotten. The only thing that she remembers was 'Ferish' a name given to her by a mysterious man that once saved her life before attending the call of the gods.

Upon seeing the sword, she immediately inspects the gems. Seven gems occupied the holes.

"I see you've collected some of the vessels."

"The what?" Roland asks in confusion.

"There are ten vessels that occupy. It's where the weapon draws its power."

"I see but--" Roland scratches his head. "Well, the truth is there were already there when my father passed it to me." Roland smile.

"So, he must have had gathered the vessels before he could give it to you," Ferish said in surprise and at the same time upset.

Roldan knew her connection from his father. Ferish once loved him but her love was not meant to be fated, though she still loved him even to this day. And maybe she might have a slight spark from his legacy but that maybe some other times.

"You must set forth to gather the rest of the vessel." She says seriously.

"It would be my pleasure; I would accept thy vow." Roland without hesitation accepts her request to gather the rest of the vessel sheathing his sword.

"Also, I've had yet to inform you that if you ever came across with other vessels you must keep it safe," Ferish says, for the reason, she came here was because of Akatosh.

The moment Akatosh remove the red gem Ferish suddenly felt the red gem vanished as if being destroyed. Not knowing that Akatosh's bag holds a powerful thing that can cage any evil nor magical weapons rendering the connection of the other guardians. So, she came to investigate and by sheer coincidence, she met what must be the coming of the imprisoned one as the prophecies uphold.

"Travel forth to the land of the dwarfs there you will seek an answer."

After their conversation, they went to help the others. And after two days the people, druids, dryads quench the aftermath left by Akatosh's first seal.

With the first taste of power, Akatosh met himself at a comfy bed along with other injured people. He could vividly remember his past rampage against the fanatics and the drake. The injuries he suffered from the curse and the fanatic people, still lingers in his body. But somehow, he was filled with ill guilt the moment he saw people dying and injured.

"I'm fine," Akatosh says heading towards the exit.

"Please, sir! Your injuries are fatal you must take rest." The priest argues.

"I just want my things," Akatosh responds.

With their conversation heating up, Akatosh went towards the door. The sound of the door opens and before his very eyes met a beautiful woman, it was Ashalain holding a bucket of water and a towel for the wounded people.

"Oh, damn not her again."