Bab 1094: Eldrin Silverthorn

"I am fucked," Eldrin Silverthorn heaved and panted, his breath ragged as he cast his gaze upward. Before him stood a towering mountain range, and at its center, an enormous sword stood upright, exuding an aura of power and majesty.

The sword's sheer size and imposing presence overwhelmed Eldrin. It was a weapon of immense proportions, far beyond anything he had ever encountered. 

Its gleaming blade, reflecting the sunlight, seemed to mock his own insignificance. He could feel the weight of his own mortality as he stood before this colossal manifestation of strength.

Doubt and fear crept into Eldrin's mind. The task ahead of him felt insurmountable, and the odds seemed stacked against him and yet here he was standing in this world.