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How long had it been?
How long had it been sleeping? A few years? A few centuries? A few millenniums? It was always hard to tell and didn't matter much.
Ever since coming to this planet, it had slowly been awakening. Even in its dormant state, it had been listening unconsciously. The humans had passed it around a few times until it finally ended up in an orange tower.
Its so-called owner had been nothing but a fool, one that couldn't even protect it against thieves. But he had received help and thus, it had changed master. Well, master was an exaggeration.
Would one such as it really have a master? Obviously not! It was a perfect creature, one that would evolve until it dominated all others.
Yet the dumb humans had thought it to be a rock too! Could they get any more ridiculous than that? The answer was obviously not. It would have chuckled if it had any lungs.
There was something weird with the blacksmith happening for sure. Yet, I didn't feel like I would be in any danger if I touched that morphing weapon. Was it because of one of my divine encounters? Because of my bloodline? Hard to tell.
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