In a certain time, at a certain place, there exists a certain weapon. It is said to have brought an end to wars, an end to empires, an end to calamities. Each time the weapon served its purpose, it was sealed away in this place, the tenets, experience, and wishes of its prior wielder interred with it. These are quiet days in quiet times. The gods no longer interfere with the affairs of mortals. The world has weathered conflict after waning conflict. And the weapon has remained in its place for three centuries. In a certain time, at a certain place, there exists a certain weapon. And yet, on this day, at this place, this weapon is absent. This is a recounting of the ninth and final time the weapon was drawn, the circumstances of its destruction, and the hero deemed unworthy of wielding it.