A white space was laid out. There was nothing around but a mirror. In the mirror stood a person with white hair, and white eyes, who seed to be between 10-15 years old.
When this person touched his face, he managed to realise what was happening.
This holy sword was Clarent's soul, and the mirror in front of him was none other than the Weapon Evolution Stone.
"You finally woke up, weakling." the image in the mirror suddenly said. The holy sword suddenly fell to the ground as Clarent's soul tried to understand what was going on and noticed the shattered soul fragnts around.
Each of these soul fragnts belonged to Clarent himself. Clarent, who hadn't even thought that he had a gender, learnt what he looked like because of the Weapon Evolution Stone, and imdiately afterwards, his soul began to crumble into pieces.
Even if Clarent tried to speak, nothing happened. Even if he had knowledge of his personality and gained a gender, Clarent was still a sword, like a child who didn't even know how to speak even though he had a soul.
"There is nothing you can do. You will die, you will be thrown aside before you even see an enemy, you are nothing but a piece of rubbish." the reflection in the mirror suddenly said, it would be more accurate to say that it seed to be another person than a reflection.
Clarent could see that one of his eyes was no longer in place when he heard these words by looking at the mirror in front of him. He could see his reflection, but he could see that the person he had seen as his own was now soone else.
It was as if Clarent's soul kept breaking into pieces every ti this person said sothing.
"You are weak. You are like a little child. After all, you are a replica, you can never beco the real thing." said the person in the mirror.
However, he really thought he would fail, the fact that he had been standing in this place for almost ten minutes made everything more strange, he had to be careful, he had to speed up.
He had to find so sign of how to evolve if he didn't want to be destroyed.
"An idiot who doesn't even know what to do! You have a soul only because you are a replica, nothing more than a shadow of the true holy sword Clarent. A disgrace! A holy sword that took the life of its previous master and will be of no use to its current master in the future!"
As the person in the mirror said these words, Clarent saw his left arm fall to the ground in pieces. It was obvious that the spirit of the holy sword was frightened, and he dreamt of passing this test with ease and returning to his master.
Amid all these thoughts and when despair began to overtake him, Vlad's words began to co to his mind.
The spirit of the holy sword was experiencing a flashback:
"It doesn't matter that you are a replica, you have a soul, don't forget that."
These words of Vlad were enough to show his importance.
"Rember the blood spilt on you, the hearts you pierced, the monsters you made cry, the beings you left for dead and the gods you managed to kill! Rember every one of them! Rember all those souls you cut down, all those souls that rushed forward relentlessly to take your master's life. Co and make your master proud."
These words signalled their success.
"If you do these things, one day you will cease to be a replica, your na will no longer be Clarent, but your personality, your image and your consciousness. You will do nothing but be loyal to your master instead of what you rember in your original body."
These words represented what he could achieve.
Clarent was well aware that he was a replica. Even as his soul began to crumble, he was not defeated, he was not dead, he could still co to himself and thrive.
He struggled with difficulty and managed to stand on one leg with the help of his right arm, the man who did not even have a face when he faced the person in the mirror suddenly had the image of Clarent and Clarent himself spoke at that mont:
"I'm weak, I know that I'm a replica, I know that, but I still want to serve my master, I know I caused the death of my old master, but no one can hold but my new master. I must be the only weapon that can save his life."
Clarent's spirit began to shine with his words.
"Yet you are weak, how useful can you be?" Clarent's reflection in the mirror asked.
Clarent himself, after taking a deep breath, looked at the mirror seriously and then replied, "Until my master becos the god of gods."
The eyes of the image in the mirror widened.
"Then shine, shine as no sword has ever shone, shine before your master in the centre of this dark future, shine with such a high light that the eyes of your enemies will be blinded and the souls of your friends will be filled with courage." said the image in the mirror and with that Clarent's leg and arm were restored.
"CO ON CLARENT!" he heard the holy sword itself shout, and the fact that Jas had not given up on him seed to give him greater courage.
He looked in the mirror again and saw his white hair and eyes shining with an incredible light.
"Embrace your na then, donate the brilliance of your soul to your master, cut down and overtake every enemy that attacks your master, tear to pieces all who aim at your master's life. Awaken and grow, sharpen your sharpness and shine, shine brighter than ever."
Clarent's body began to grow the mont he heard these words. His spirit shone and faded with perfect determination as if he was waking up from the place he was in.
The holy sword Clarent was standing in the air in front of Jas, its appearance was incredibly beautiful, and its form began to change.
The holy sword Clarent began to shine in front of its master, Jas, in this event that everyone was looking forward to, a system notification was ford in front of Jas that made him smile:
[Make It Yours(Godly ) mission completed!]
The holy sword Clarent had successfully evolved through this painful process.
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