✉️ Cave of Shadows (3/3)

After more than half a month cloaked in these depths, I know destiny ends here. My life's journey, marked by reverence for sky and earth, now finds its close whether in life or death, I walk with clean hands beneath the moon. Yet human hearts are fathomless abysses; this divine blade remains blameless. Thus I bury Shadowbearer in stone, biding time until destiny's call. "When dawn rends the darkness, shadows shall flee from light." This blade wears shadow as its steel, whispers as its edge. Substance without form, presence without trace draw steel, and observers glimpse only the sword's ghost, never the hand that wields it. Take Shadowbearer. Let its shadow sever injustice from this world. I depart.