Blade of the Ember Oath

In the heart of a storm-swept moor, a lone sword stands buried in blackened stone—its ancient steel wreathed in unyielding flame. Rain hisses against the fire, yet it does not die. This is no ordinary weapon, but a relic bound by oath and magic, awaiting the one worthy to wield its wrath. Legends say it burns not from heat, but from a forgotten promise that time has yet to break.

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