Once again, I'm sorry for wasting priv.
The storm surged around him, a cyclone of darkness and fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. Xavier held his ground, Anathema gleaming with dark energy as the Forgotten One's towering form loomed before him. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, but there was no running from this. He had faced gods, demons, and monsters—but this… this was different. The Forgotten One was no mere adversary. He was a force of nature, bound to the cursed blade that Xavier now held.
As the Forgotten One lunged forward, his shadowy wings stretched wide, blotting out the sky, Xavier's mind raced. There was no ordinary way to fight this creature. He could feel it—the connection between the sword and its former master was unbreakable. The Forgotten One's power seeped into the very fabric of the storm, feeding it, warping it. Xavier had to sever that connection somehow.