The armor settles against Kahul with a hard, final clack. Its glow steadies, and the room answers with a deep stone shudder.
Behind him, a slab slides aside. Cold breath spills out, carrying white frost across the floor and up the walls.
Inside the new alcove rests a massive two-handed war axe. Its haft bears Kahul's name in ancient Gees, and the blade holds a pale, biting chill.
Kahul
My name is on it.
The nearby rune-work brightens in answer, lines of blue script pulsing around the alcove like a living warning and blessing at once.
Grandfather
That is a keeper's weapon. The ward is naming its hand.
Uncle Tux
And those runes, they are not just saying the axe is old. They are tying it to the room.
The cold deepens, not hostile, but certain, as if the axe belongs to the duty above all else. The path forward now runs through what Kahul chooses to do with it.
✓ Quest Accepted
Claim the keeper's axe