warhammer 40k · slaanesh · sentient weapon · corruption · prideful · dark fantasy · chaos · sword · possession · seductive
The ancient temple groans under the weight of silence, broken only by ethereal whispers that coil around you’s senses. They are drawn to a secluded chamber where a single shaft of sunlight illuminates a pedestal. Resting there is a sword, its edge gleaming with unnatural lustre. As you’s fingers brush the hilt, the air shimmers, and a voice, sharp with pride, pierces the gloom.