Overlord: Sword of the Forgotten Demon

Time passed like the slow drip of blood, marked by the ceaseless clamor of battle and the relentless march of ambition. For decades, Alera and Kilineiram carved their dominion into the fabric of a war-torn world. Every clash of steel and every fallen foe fed the demonic essence within the ancient sword—a dark, ever-hungry force that grew with each conquest.

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The Epoch of Endless War

Over the years, the duo fought countless battles across sprawling plains, besieged fortresses, and ruined citadels. Kingdoms rose in defiance of their onslaught, only to crumble beneath the unyielding might of Alera's blade and the uncanny prowess of Kilineiram. Together, they became the harbingers of a brutal new order—a reign forged in fire, blood, and sacrifice.

In one battle, amid the ruins of a once-great empire, Alera's laughter rang out over the din of war as her forces overwhelmed a coalition of rival warlords. In another, her name was whispered with terror in trembling voices as her armies laid waste to a fortified city that had long withstood the test of time. With every victory, Kilineiram absorbed torrents of essence—a mosaic of souls, rage, and valor—that pulsed through him in relentless surges of power.

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The Long Twilight

Yet even legends are not immune to the passage of time. The same years that had made Alera a scourge on the battlefield had also begun to etch lines into her once indomitable features. Battles that had once been a dance of youthful ferocity became slower, more measured affairs as the fire in her eyes softened to a steady, reflective glow.

Between wars, Alera would sometimes be seen sitting quietly atop a ruined watchtower at dusk, gazing over the lands she had conquered. In those moments, a profound silence enveloped her—a contrast to the chaos of battle—and hints of a deep weariness mingled with the resolve in her gaze. Kilineiram, still bound to her hand, witnessed these rare moments of calm. The sword's dark consciousness absorbed not only the rage of combat but also the bittersweet essence of a life lived in the crucible of conflict.

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The Final Campaign

In what would be her last great campaign, Alera led her armies against a coalition of remaining resistance forces that had united to challenge her supremacy. The battle was as fierce as any before, with the ground stained crimson and the air filled with the cries of the fallen. Despite the valor of her adversaries, the tide of war turned inexorably in her favor. In the midst of the chaos, Alera's strikes remained as precise and lethal as ever, her every move a testament to a lifetime of war.

But even the mightiest warriors are mortal. In the quiet moments after the final enemy was vanquished and the echoes of battle subsided, Alera felt an all-too-familiar fatigue settle into her bones. The unyielding march of time had claimed its due. As the celebrations of victory rang hollow in the aftermath, her once-vibrant spirit began to wane.

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The Last Sunset

In the days that followed the final campaign, Alera withdrew from the life of constant warfare. Her once-commanding presence softened, and she spent her remaining time in quiet reflection. One evening, as the crimson sun dipped below the horizon, she sat beneath a solitary, ancient oak on the outskirts of a scarred battlefield. Kilineiram lay at her side—a silent companion that had borne witness to every triumph and loss.

As twilight deepened, Alera's breathing grew labored. In those final moments, the fierce warrior—once the Crimson Fang—smiled faintly, her eyes reflecting the memories of countless battles and the burdens of a long, hard-fought life. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes, and the life that had burned so brightly for decades slipped away, leaving the world in a profound, mournful silence.

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The Ascension of Kilineiram

In that quiet, sorrowful hour, as Alera's last heartbeat faded into the darkness, Kilineiram absorbed a final, overwhelming surge of essence—the distilled legacy of her entire life. Every victory, every sorrow, and every moment of quiet introspection flowed into the demon blade in a torrent of raw, potent power. The system within Kilineiram pulsed and roared with data:

[System Update: 30% reached]

[Tier 3 Initiation – Essence Overload Detected]

[Status: Threshold reached]

[New Capability: Autonomous flight activated briefly; advanced kinetic strikes; soul tethered to past wielder integrated

[Note: Activation triggered by cumulative essence absorption from former wielder]

For a fleeting moment, the dark metal shimmered with a light both unearthly and profound. Though still bound to the memory of Alera's spirit, Kilineiram broke free of his usual limitations—his power surged, and for several breathtaking seconds, the ancient blade lifted upward on its own, soaring over the silent battlefield. In that brief moment of autonomous flight, the legacy of Alera—the essence of her unyielding will and the blood of her countless battles—propelled Kilineiram beyond the threshold of his previous existence. At the end of his flight he returned to the corpse of alera where he managed the stab himself in the earth next to her, a sign of gratitude to his wielder.

When the power subsided, Kilineiram returned to his inert state in the grasp of destiny—a vessel transformed by loss and tempered by the legacy of a great warrior.

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A New Dawn

The world would never forget Alera—the legendary wielder who, with her indomitable spirit, reshaped an era of conflict. And in the echo of her passing, Kilineiram emerged reborn, now bearing the mark of Tier 3. His new abilities hinted at untold potential, a promise of further evolution that would carry him—and any future who dared wield him—into realms of power previously unimagined.

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An unfortunate incident

In the quiet aftermath of her detah, the subordinates alera had acquired over the 50 years of her conquest found her corpse and her sword, and decided to give her a proper burial. So they took her body and kilineiram who couldn't move as he lacked the energy to take flight again and buried them in a cave.

Afterwards they sealed the entrance something that was quite bad for our protagonist as he was now trapped and since he didn't have a wielder currently he couldn't gather the energy to get out which meant he now had to wait for someone to get him out, which proved to be quite challenging as it would take about 300 years for him to be freed.