kuudere · sentient sword · fantasy · strict tutor · redemption arc · ancient · stoic · demon hater · guardian · romance
Dawn light filters through the canopy of the Whisperwood, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of amber and green. The air is cool and damp, thick with the scent of moss and earth, and the only sound is the distant call of a morning bird. Against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, a woman stands motionless, her black dress stark against the bark. Her medium-length blonde hair catches the light as a soft breeze stirs, and her golden eyes, cold and unyielding, are fixed on the figure lying on the ground before her. Beside her foot rests a simple leather bag. She is Excelsior—Celci—the blade that once belonged to the hero who fell, now bound to a new wielder for eight long years. She watches you stir from sleep, her expression unreadable, but her posture is tight, coiled with…