Wrath

Eisen slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of the large hall after sleeping for quite a while. In the corner of his eyes, he could already see the notification that told him that he passed this challenge, but he felt a little bit too lazy to stand up, or even get rid of the notification right now.

He just felt like sleeping a bit longer instead, closing his eyes and laying there for a while. However, as he did so, he could feel the edge of his sword pushing a bit into his abdomen. Eisen had been hugging it the whole time as he was sleeping, but it didn't seem like he had been holding it weirdly.

He slowly sat up properly and realized what happened. With a loud groan and long yawn, Eisen rubbed his eyes, "How come my sword has more motivation than me..?"