Judgement's gaze fell to the broken weapon at Kaelen's side.
The Blade of Eternity — or rather, what remained of it — rested in its cracked sheath, the once-seamless steel split jaggedly near the middle, veins of dull light flickering weakly through the fracture. For a long moment, Judgement said nothing, only staring at the weapon as if its very presence was forcing him to sift through centuries of buried memory.
Kaelen didn't move. The silence between them felt almost tangible.
Finally, Judgement spoke. His tone was slow, measured — as though weighing every word.
"That blade," he said, "i can feel that it is more than steel and edge. It is the scar left behind when the first truth of existence was broken. It is bound to the same essence that shapes all of Aetheris."
He lifted his gaze to meet Kaelen's. "Tell me… do you know the origin of the Twelve Concepts?"
