Grip on the Relic

Stiffness gives way to deliberate motion. My joints click into place with measured weight. Before me, an ornate golden blade hovers just above the stone dais, its surface carved with fine filigree. I test my stance, ensuring balance upon the stone floor. Then, I extend my arm and tighten my gray fingers around the golden hilt. A steady hum vibrates through my frame. Firm. Balanced. Sound.