As the crestfallen sky contorted and distorted to create a pathway for something sinister far beyond mortal comprehension, Yroa realized that there was a trace of divinity somewhere around his teacher's corpse.
It was his teacher's Valor Tongue, with a single holy needle in between the forked blades. Upon grasping for it, the Blessed Object introduced itself directly onto Yroa's soul.
"Unraveling Height, so that's your name."
After a couple of seconds, the Unraveling Height planted its anchor on Yroa's body, bestowing every power it currently has as if it acknowledged Yroa as someone it knew.
Abiding the will of the blessed dagger, Yroa decided to activate it per its own command, as if it was teaching Yroa how to use it. After Yroa agreed to the activation, the Valor Tongue transformed into its glorious form, with both the blades and the holy needle extending to four times its original length.
Thank you for reading this far, but I'll assure you, that the story has only just begun!