She pulled her sword out of the body of the final guardian and wiped it on the leg of her pants. The blade she sought was sitting on a horizontal mount above the dais at the far end of the room. She couldn’t make out any details from where she stood, but could see the blade was brown with rust and septic green with diabolic corruption.
She climbed up to the dais and seized the blade, a smile of triumph on her bloody and battered face. Her face changed to a frown when she felt no energy from the sword.
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