LIAM'S POV:
The voice was not a sound that traveled through the air; it was a vibration that resonated within the marrow of my bones. High-pitched, cold, and echoing with the loneliness of eons.
"Submit to me, and I will help your people."
I stood amidst the graveyard of rusted steel, the grey dust of the Sword Space swirling around my golden mask. I knew this place. It was the same metaphysical void where I had first touched the fractured memories of the Sword Maniac. But this time, the air felt different. It was heavier, charged with the static of a legendary entity that had finally deigned to speak.
I let out a soft, dry chuckle that soon spiraled into a full, resonant laugh. "You ask for my submission?" I wiped an imaginary tear from my eye, my gaze piercing the gloom. "How profoun
