A Sense of Darkness
Everything around him seemed to blur—almost as if it were being absorbed into his blade.
The Black Codex. But why?
The feeling didn't come from the weapon itself—it was as though something else was whispering to him from within.
"You are growing stronger. But you must choose to save yourself."
"Yes," Kraan answered.
His hand clenched tightly around the weapon, but this time…
he wanted to unite himself with it.
This wasn't just a tool of power—it was a reflection of a form that had long been etched into his soul.
Clutching the black iron in his hand, he stared forward with unwavering resolve.
The curse spread like true magic—each time he drew the blade, black smoke flowed through him, coursing through his muscles, bones, and veins.
From that moment on, he knew everything had changed.
His soul wrestled to maintain control, but now he was entering a profound realm of power.
"I am making him stronger,"
whispered a voice again, echoing faintly in his mind.
The Body's Profound Transformation
But then came the first true trial—
Kraan could feel it.
His weapon began to drip like black blood.
It was being distorted by arcane forces—
and it felt as if it sought to unbalance the very core of his soul.
Within him, something fierce and terrible began to stir—
as though a living thing had entered his heart.
This thought consumed him.
He needed to rediscover his purpose on this new path—
And this path wasn't only one of vengeance.
It was as if another force, born of his own desire and deepest longing, was trying to emerge.
"Then what is it that I truly seek from this world?"
His eyes slowly opened—
and within the shadows, a faint light flickered.
Was he merely the darkness within himself?
Or was this some ancient magic reawakening in a new form?
Though the Black Codex held all its power still,
Kraan was overwhelmed by a deep and painful awareness.
He now saw that there were many ways to understand this vision.
The Next Trial
He was no longer the same.
Rotting shadows and the curse of life itself were deepening within him.
Soon, he would find a new way to wield the weapon—
and with it, a new destiny.
But this deeper understanding of fate would also bring his power to the edge of destruction.
From the pit of his tormented soul,
Kraan surveyed his surroundings—
He could feel the defense beginning.
Now came a critical moment of self-reflection.
He had become the one to command the Black Codex.