Only a swordmaster can slay another. It is the first rule of the blade, the law that governs every duel, every war, every death. A commoner with a sharp sword cannot touch them. A knight with years of training cannot scratch them. Only those who have reached the pinnacle can fight those who dwell there.
Arhan believed the tales of Liam Karavan, the founding father of his house, were nothing more than legend. Stories for children. Myths to make the family name sound grander than it was. His ancestors were strong, surely, but a bloodline that could devour swords? Absurd.
Then a deadly swordmaster slaughtered everyone dear to him. Family. Friends. Servants. Everyone who shared his name or his home. Arhan survived only because he was not worth killing.
In his darkest hour, Liam Karavan comes to him. Not as a memory. Not as a legend. As a guiding spirit, bound to the bloodline for centuries, waiting for the right moment to reveal the truth.
The truth is this: House Karavan carries the power to devour blades. To consume swords and inherit the strength and memories held within. Every sword ever forged carries echoes of its wielders. Their techniques. Their skills. Their very souls.
Now Arhan must walk the perilous path to becoming a swordmaster. He will eat swords. He will inherit the memories of warriors long dead. He will consume the weapons of his enemies and grow stronger with every bite.
To avenge his loved ones and restore House Karavan to its former glory, he must survive. And to survive, he must eat.
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