"So because the Guardian Beasts are not the deciding factor,
The Sword became one."
Kael's eyes changed and Ferrakar nodded.
"That is correct.
The Dragonborn of that time was granted two Relics, Relics that tilted the War in his favour despite the Velmourns having multiple Demigods in their ranks.
Ultimately, when my father realised the Velmourns could not win, he decided to give his own life in exchange for the Treaty."
"The Treaty of Vorgath."
Kael spoke out loud.
"Yes."
Ferrakar nodded.
"So just two Relics managed to change the course of the War?"
Kael couldn't believe it.
"How absurd is that?"
"That is because the Relics were extremely powerful."
Ferrakar spoke in a solemn tone.
"A Sword that can cut through anything.
That simply seems… unfair."
Kael couldn't help but comment.
"Feraos works in mysterious ways."
Ferrakar shrugged.
That made Kael look at him. Then, he asked a question he had been waiting to ask for a long time.
"Does… Feraos truly exist?"
