Irina moved through the armory, her gaze animated as she pointed out various artifacts, each one possessing a unique power or history. She seemed completely engrossed, lost in her enthusiasm as she shared the Emberheart family's legacy with Astron. Her eyes sparkled with pride and excitement, her explanations becoming more detailed and vibrant with each piece.
"This one here," she said, pointing to a dark, crimson blade hanging elegantly from the wall, "was wielded by my great-uncle during the Battle of Runes. It's said to channel the heat of molten lava, making it nearly impossible to parry."
Astron nodded thoughtfully, his gaze studying the blade's fine craftsmanship and the intricate runes etched into its surface. "A weapon like this isn't just for attack—it's a statement," he murmured, meeting Irina's gaze with quiet admiration. "Your family's attention to detail is… impressive."