The Ring of the Warden pulsed against my finger.
Oathstorm hummed in my hand.
And something inside me that had been sealed suddenly cracked open.
Pain exploded through my body... not from my wounds, but from inside, like every cell was being rewritten, restructured, fundamentally altered.
I gasped, my back arching, and suddenly I could feel it.
Thunder.
It wasn't just Oathstorm's magic anymore.
The air in my lungs tasted like ozone. Blue sparks didn't just crawl along the blade... they bled directly from my pores, arcing across my knuckles and dancing over my skin.
[AWAKENING COMPLETE]
elemental_affinity: THUNDER (awakened)
[All stats: +10]
STR: 33 —> 43
VIT: 32 —> 42
AGI: 54 —> 64
INT: 100 —> 110
WIS: 45 —> 55
LUK: 19 —> 29
And then something else hit me.
Memories.
Not mine.
Oathstorm's memories.
The sword had been dormant, waiting, its Battle Memory enchantment recording everything, every fight, every technique, every master who'd wielded it.
