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Thanks. Yes you are right. In the final work, everything will become clear.
@nesokaiyoh thank you for your comment!
Moving to the final version of the scene. Added a little tone, without light and shadow. By the way, swords are the souls of warriors. During life, rage consumed their hearts. Reapers help dead warriors move into the afterlife.
The final.
When my father traveled the world. He came across a settlement in the steppe. All its inhabitants were dead, they became victims of invaders from the east. Refusing to become slaves, they accepted a proud death with weapons in their hands. The wild tribe did not worship spirits or gods. The only thing they honored was steel, and the forge became their temple. Father was fascinated by these people. Gathering all the weapons that lay on the ground, God forged him into a single monolith. When the steel cooled, he breathed life into it. So I was born.
I was ordered to search for the fallen warriors and transfer them to the afterlife. These warriors found eternal peace in my scabbard.