In the valley camp, there was a mess all over the place, it no longer had the appearance of a camp, instead it looked more like the scene of a war that had passed there, centuries ago.
In the middle of that pile of rubble, Selesta cried Faca's death. Because of her, the only friend she had ever had had died. If only she hadn't thought about those damn chains when she had that nightmare. But it was time to move on, otherwise, her death would have been in vain.
Selesta wiped the tears from her face and stood up. Now she hated those things that she made come out of the ground, she had not respected that power, and everything had gone wrong.
She decided to no longer depend on them, she wanted to use Faca's legacy, she wanted to use the sword.
She saw some swords among the rubble of the camp, picked up one of them, looked at the blade, and struck it with all her strength against a rock. Even with just her human strength, the blade broke immediately.
"These swords are rubbish, pieces of junk, I could never trust my life to something like that."
She wanted a sword that wouldn't break so easily, or at all if that was even possible.
She even thought about trying to make a sword out of the metal chains, but it was a stupid idea, those things had a sharp tip, but they were far from being swords, and she also didn't want Faca's legacy based on the things that killed her.
Instinctively she knew how to do it, something told her that she needed metal, of course, but also blood, her blood.
The metal was within the earth, and the blood was within her.
She took the tip of the broken sword and tore her palm with it, she grimaced in pain, and blood ran down her hand.
Without wasting time, she violently shoved her reinforced arm into the ground, her arm sank up to the elbow.
She felt with her bloodied hand in the dirt and found nothing solid, she was almost giving up when one of her fingers brushed against something hard. She turned her hand that way to try and grab the object, and her fingers closed around something cylindrical.
In the following minutes, Selesta tried in vain to remove the object from inside the ground. With her arm so buried, she didn't have a good anchor point, maybe she shouldn't have buried it so deep. How the hell was she going to remove that thing?
Well, there it had to be, damn it.
A thick metal chain came out of the ground, grabbed Selesta by the waist, and lifted her into the air until her arm was stretched vertically, now that she had her anchor, it was up to her, she buried her other arm in the ground and grabbed the cylindrical object with both hands, with both arms reinforced, she pulled with all her strength and managed to overcome the traction of tons of soil stuck to whatever was down there.
Selesta's arms burst out of the ground, bringing with them something that looked like a sword.
She immediately withdrew the metal chain, she didn't even want to look at that thing.
She then looked at the object in her hands. It was a sword, but it wasn't just any sword, it was the most beautiful thing Selesta had ever seen.
The sword was thin and the right size for her, the hilt was decorated with a red stripe, and along the blade streaks of the same color made intricate patterns in contrast with the metal edge, it must have been made from her blood, but what caught the most attention about the sword was an oval shape at the beginning of the blade, inside it was a serene face.
Selesta immediately recognized those features, it was…Faca!
She couldn't believe it, her sword had a representation of Faca on it. The Faca that existed inside her guilt-torn heart.
Selesta ran her fingers over the figure and suddenly felt an aura envelop her, a soft voice spoke directly into her mind.
*Even if I knew I was going to die, I would always choose to have known you, now stop crying like a baby and go stick my teachings in that son of a bitch's chest, farewell my dear friend... *
As quickly as it had appeared, the glimpse disappeared, Selesta embraced the sword, somehow Faca had left a farewell message for her, her heart was no longer so heavy, and now it was time to move forward, towards the citadel to free Faca's companions.
She stopped in front of a huge rock and swung her new sword over it with her reinforced arm. The solid piece of rock shattered into hundreds of smaller pieces as if it was made of glass.
The sword remained unchanged, not a dent, not a scratch, Selesta smiled.
She made a holder stand out on the back of her new metallic suit and placed the thin, beautiful sword on it.
Without looking back, she continued her course, heading South.
Hello, I hope you enjoyed the reading.
This is the end of the excerpt I had planned for public preview.
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