Anderen remained sitting by his sword, his attention held almost completely by the sword and the battle within it. He could feel the struggle within the blade as if it were a struggle within himself, a struggle between his deepest evil and his greatest good. But he also felt that it was not truly within him, but around him, nearby, yet still somewhat distant. He realized then that it was just the battle happening inside the sword, not truly one within himself. It was only occurring around him because it was also a battle over who would be the stronger of the two, and who would have greater sway in his mind then the other. He felt helpless, but he did not feel fear. It was strange, but he felt as if he had nothing to worry about, as if he knew Anigav would emerge victorious, and certainly it would be so if he had faith in her.
That is when he began to believe that the evil and in fact the devil Kenoras himself were weakening, unable to challenge the two of them. It didnât happen immediately, but after a moment of concentrating and searching his feelings as well as the aura coming from the sword, he could feel the evil indeed beginning to weaken. In the next instant, however, his concentration was broken as he heard the girl speaking of not wanting to see or hear someone anymore, and he turned his head over to where she sat as he opened his eyes to look at her. He saw her rubbing her throat, and her flesh looked very red, almost burned, in the shape of a hand print. As Anderen noticed this he couldnât help but feel angry at the lord once more. One has no place harming a woman, regardless of what they truly are at their core, unless that woman attacks first.
He had no time to think of or act on his anger though, as he felt the evilâs pressure increase around his as the black aura around the sword reached out further then it had before, growing slowly. He realized that this was happening because he had stopped concentrating and aiding Anigav in her battle with Kenoras. He focused once again on the sword and closed his eyes, drifting deeper into his thoughts again until he could almost see the two fighting before him. However, his focus was again broken as he heard the voice of the newest arrival speak out, saying that he would silence them if she didnât want to hear them, and Anderen was still unsure of who âthemâ even referred to. Did it mean himself and Validrir? No, it couldnât. It must beâ¦.Kenoras and Anigavâ¦But how do they know of them? Anderen thought to himself as he tried to remain focused on giving the power of his belief to Anigav.
At that moment he heard the sound of metal hitting metal, and he couldnât ignore it because he knew it was the sound of two swords. It was right in front of him though, and he opened his eyes to see Kalamos standing before him and his sword, with his own sword drawn and stabbing the hilt of Anderenâs own sword, right at the base of the blade itself. He saw the reverberations ripple through the blade as a result of being hit, and he also felt the same shudder rip through his body, before he felt the most unimaginable pain. Anderen fell back, and lay on his back writhing in agony. He could hear both Anigav and Kenoras screaming out in pain as well, before finally they fell silent, or maybe he himself had passed out. He had in fact, so it was hard for him to know for sure what had happened within his mind and within the sword, since he was now unconscious.
However, had he remained conscious, he would have seen what the others were about to, as a crack began to form down the middle of the blade, as well as the handle, crawling slowly up and down from the point of contact between the two. As the crack grew longer and longer, weaving itâs way down the blade, it was followed by a red glow that shined brightly from the crack, small though it was. When finally it had split down the entire center, it began to shake, so violently that it would likely be able to be felt by all of those nearby through the stone floor. Finally, after a moment more of itâs shaking, there was a bright flash of light followed by an explosion as the blade came apart along the crack and flew apart in two pieces. One landed fairly close to Anderen after bouncing off of the wall, and the other landed closer to the girl after bouncing off the wall on the other side of the hall.
The two newly formed blades were very different from one another, with the one that was near Anderen being a very elegant, white handled katana with a purplish blue glow on itâs blade, and glowing so brightly in holy light that it almost couldnât be seen. The other was anything but elegant, or beautiful, and certainly not holy. The black aura that emanated from this sword was far darker and more malevolent then the aura that emanated from the former sword they both were. This blade was not of any mortal design, and it was quite a terrible, grotesque sword indeed, if a sword it could be called. It had a curved handle, with spikes on it and covered all around in what looked like reptile skin, and itâs blade was fairly large and curved as well, but the opposite way as the handle. The blade itself was even darker then the aura around it, and it almost looked like it was breathing at times, but that could be a result of how the light reflects from itâs onyx surface. Along the back side of the blade, where there is no edge on an average sword as far as Anderen is used to, there is instead what look like a dark, blood red row of serrated teeth along the entire length of the blade.
Just then, what appeared to be a living shadow, or some sort of liquid shadow, began to seep out of the sword, before finally forming into a sheathe around the blade. If any of the three were watching the other sword, they would have seen something less sinister, but similar in result as the sword simply glowed for a moment before itâs blade was sheathed as well. After this, both of the auraâs died down some, losing their intensity. Anderen was stirring a little, but he was still unconscious and unaware of all of that had happened to his old sword in such a short time. Darkness is all he knew at the moment, as he lay on his back still, though he no longer felt any pain.