The adventurer entered the final chamber of the tomb. This was it, the resting place of the legendary sword Heartpiercer.
She pushed with all her might and heaved the lid of the sarcophagus aside. The longsword was there, unsheathed and gleaming in the torchlight. She wrenched it from the skeleton’s grip and just beheld it for a moment.
The blade was still sharp, untouched by the ravages of time. This would surely turn the tide in the battle to come.
Behind her, the tomb guardian slid downward on silent, silken threads, preparing to dispatch another thief plundering the ancient catacomb.

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