I Have the Sacred Sword?

Everything started as a rushed attempt where Eleonora was trying to invoke something without knowing specifically what, but strangely, she felt a sensation very similar to when she first entered that... zone. 

By mere instinct, despite being aware that she was failing to invoke anything, part of her simply felt confident. 

It was strange. 

Why did she feel confident that she would manage to invoke something despite never having done anything like this before? 

And for another strange reason, she didn’t want to stop. 

It all just felt so... strange. 

'What am I doing?' Eleonora started to question herself as she realized that... she was wasting time. 

Wasn’t she supposed to be convincing that human to look for her right now? 

But... it was so foolish. 

The more time Eleonora spent creating that invocation, the stranger she felt. 

Both her strength and her capacity for thought... everything was diminishing. 

'Is this part of the process of invoking something?' Eleonora wondered as she noticed how increasingly tired she felt. 

Her energy was being drained at an incredible rate. 

Will. 

Was it really just that necessary to invoke something? 

Even though Eleonora wasn’t doing just that, as she instinctively felt she was providing her energy to something forming on the surface... 

'How do I call something from absolute nothing?' Eleonora asked herself as she realized that she was probably just losing energy in vain. 

'Damn it!' Eleonora screamed in her mind as she realized that she had lost contact with that human, but what was worse... was that the area in which she could contact humans was getting smaller and smaller. 

She was becoming weaker at a very rapid pace. 

Did she need to stop? 

Even though she was becoming increasingly weaker, part of her didn’t want to stop. 

'I can’t lose all my strength now!' thought Eleonora, frightened, as she didn’t know how long it would take to recover. 

Still... the word kept going through her mind: 

Will. 

'Will...' Eleonora repeated in her mind while remembering how she had first entered that world where she practiced her abilities. 

She had made it by mere luck and chance, but for some reason, part of her now had great confidence that she could achieve it. 

She could invoke something, but... What? 

What was she going to invoke? 

Facing this mystery, little by little a mental image began to form in her head. 

If she were to invoke something capable of helping her... she would like it to be something powerful, reliable, strong, hardworking, observant, patient, obedient, smart, knowledgeable about aesthetics, superior, but above all... 

'Now that I think about it, wouldn’t it be better to invoke myself?' thought Eleonora while smiling. 

Even though she didn’t know if she was really going to invoke something, all her attention was focused on directing her energy towards the surface where something was forming. 

It was a slow process, but Eleonora wasn’t aware of this, as all her attention was on creating this new being. 

One entire day passed, then two, three... and on the fourth day, Eleonora lost consciousness. 

Everything turned into absolute darkness for a moment and so a whole day passed until the sound of a beating heart woke her up. 

It was a faint sound, but despite how weak she was, she could hear it. 

Something was moving above on the surface. 

“Where am I?” said a confused girl who had gained consciousness for the first time in her life.

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