[???'s Pov]
How long had it been?
It didn't remember.
Ever since it had gained consciousness, countless years had already passed, with years becoming decades, decades becoming centuries, until eventually it had simply stopped counting.
After all, what meaning did time have for something that could neither grow old nor die?
It had witnessed countless people come and go over the years.
Some had treated it as a treasure, some had worshipped it, while others had feared it.
There were also those who had desperately tried to wield it, believing that possessing a powerful sword would allow them to stand at the peak of the world.
But... most of them had failed.
Some had died, while others had eventually given up.
But it remembered them all.
It remembered every hand that had held it, and every person who had once believed they could become its master.
But after failing again and again for so many years, it had slowly begun to doubt itself.
