After discovering a powerful magical artifact within the ancient ruins, Musling made his way to one of Altechna's most renowned magic shops. The relic he carried was no ordinary item—it was a legacy of the Ancients, imbued with immense power. While Musling instinctively felt this artifact would play a pivotal role in his journey, he also bore the heavy responsibility of compensating his companions fairly.
As he walked through the cobbled streets of Altechna, his thoughts were a whirlwind of possibilities. The artifact could open many doors for him—but if he failed to share the rewards of their mission, he risked losing the trust of those who stood by his side. In the end, Musling decided he would keep the artifact but offer his comrades a fair monetary share in return.
The shop he entered was called The Enchanted Touch, a famous establishment in the heart of the city. Shelves brimmed with rare magical items, and adventurers bustled in and out in search of arcane treasures.
Upon entering, Musling was momentarily stunned by the variety and rarity of the wares. He approached the shopkeeper—an experienced mage named Elodin—and presented the artifact. Elodin studied the item carefully, his eyes narrowing with recognition.
Elodin: "This… this is no ordinary relic. It's undoubtedly of Ancient origin. An artifact of this magnitude would fetch a staggering price."
Musling had anticipated a high value, but Elodin's estimate still took him by surprise. Despite the steep cost, his resolve remained firm.
Musling: "I'll keep the artifact. It's crucial to my path. But I also want to compensate my companions. They deserve that much."
Elodin nodded in approval.
Elodin: "A wise decision. This item will serve you well. And honoring your comrades—that's a mark of true leadership."
Musling soon gathered his companions to inform them of his decision. He explained the artifact's value and his intention to compensate them with gold.
Brax, the stout dwarf hunter, clapped a massive hand on Musling's shoulder and chuckled.
Brax: "Don't worry about it, lad. I trust you. Just pay us when you can—we're not in a rush."
Lillia, the serene elven druid, smiled warmly.
Lillia: "It's the time we spent together that matters more than coin. Take your time."
Kalik, the quiet swordsman, gave a firm nod.
Kalik: "The fact that you care enough to make it right—that's more valuable than the gold itself."
Deeply moved, Musling thanked them and headed to Altechna's central bank to secure a loan for their payment. But his request was quickly denied.
Bank Clerk: "I'm sorry, sir. We can't offer loans to those without local ties or an established credit history within Celesta."
Despite his explanations, the clerk remained firm.
Just as Musling was preparing to leave in disappointment, the VIP lounge doors opened. A nobleman, dressed in refined clothing, stepped out and immediately noticed Musling's staff—an unmistakable symbol of a powerful mage.
Count Leon Blackwolf, a prominent figure in Altechna, approached the clerk.
Count Leon: "If this young man is seeking a loan, consider it approved under my name. Denying him would be a grave mistake."
The bank manager, recognizing Leon's authority, swiftly granted the loan. Musling, stunned by the unexpected support, approached the count.
Musling: "Thank you, Count. May I ask… why would you go so far to help me?"
Count Leon (smiling): "I have a keen eye for mages—and your presence tells me you're no mere adventurer. I have a deep interest in magic, legends, and artifacts. I'd be honored to have someone like you as a guest in my estate."
Musling accepted his invitation with gratitude. As they walked to the noble's residence, Count Leon spoke of his family.
Count Leon: "I have a son—Edward. He's gifted in both swordsmanship and magic. Meeting you would mean a great deal to him."
At the estate, Edward entered the room—a tall, confident young man with a firm gaze.
Edward: "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Musling. My father has spoken highly of you."
Musling: "I look forward to getting to know you, Edward. I hear you're quite talented."
Edward: "Would you join me in the training hall? I'd like to show you my skills—and perhaps learn from yours."
Inside a grand training chamber, Edward displayed his refined sword techniques. Swift, fluid, and powerful—his movements were mesmerizing.
Then, an unexpected voice echoed in Musling's mind—his ancient magical tome.
Grimoire's Voice: "Musling, pick up a sword. Reinforce it with magic."
Though swordplay was not his specialty, Musling obeyed, instinctively channeling magic into a blade. A soft blue aura enveloped the weapon.
Musling: "I may not be a master swordsman, but with magic—I can keep up."
Their sparring began, a dance of blade and spell. Edward's strikes were precise, while Musling's magically-enhanced counters matched them stroke for stroke.
When the duel ended, both stood breathless but exhilarated.
Edward: "Incredible. I've never seen sword and magic so perfectly balanced. You've given me a new goal to strive for."
Musling: "You've got great potential, Edward. Mastering both paths will make you unstoppable."
Yet, a lingering question remained. How was Musling able to wield a sword so naturally?
Again, the grimoire whispered:
Grimoire's Voice: "Because... you—or a version of you—once did. That memory remains inside you."
The realization struck him. Somewhere in his past—or perhaps across time and dimensions—he had walked a different path. And now, those fragments were awakening.
Musling knew then—his journey had only just begun.