Smiling Millar gently grasped the sword by the hilt, and the very tip of it and slowly hummed an ancient tune.<br/><br/>"Zeigen Sie mir die Geschichte von demjenigen, der Sie ausübt..."  The blade slowly began to float in the air, a radiant light began emanating from his eyes and the blade as he delved deep into its past.  He shuddered as his crest flared up to its full height.<br/><br/>He saw the monk forge the blade, the holy molten steel.  Pure as the air itself.  Again he shuddered as he felt the heat.  Then it skipped ahead, he saw Sadain training with it, the clash of steel on steel.  Again it skipped ahead.  His body started to float in mid air, the air around him swirled and glew with an eerie light.<br/><br/>" This swords user is pure and rightoues as any that ever lived..." His eyes shut tightly and he delved deeper, he could almost feel his body leave his soul as he began to see the future of it.