The darkness ever deepens. But as you stumble your way through the shadows of the earth and stone, you pass out of them and into the glow of the hallway on the left. The cold, damp of the labyrinth melts off of you as you bask in the warm glow, descending the slight slope down into this new path. The hallway winds back and forth, steadily sloping downwards, your strength returning in full, your resolve restored, a new light filling your heart.

You stumbling, wincing, from the hallway into a chamber. The walls encircle you, light filling the room like a miniature sun rested at the center. Alas, there is no sun, but instead a sword in a rack. A simple wooden frame holds up a two-handed broadsword seemingly made of solid gold, an orange gemstone set in the handguard, the hilt wrapped in fine black leather. The glow seems to seep out of its blade and flow across the room, up the entrance hallway, and out the rising passage behind it. You cautiously step closer, pacing around the rack and viewing the sword from all angles. It is sharp, never used and never dulled, not a speck of dirt or a mite of dust dares disturb it's rest. You shield your eyes as you step closer, the light so bright it blinds you.

You reach out and take hold of the hilt. The light recedes to a dull lanturn-like glow as the sword lifts freely out of its holder.

At last you have found it. The Legendary Weapon the old man spoke of. It is yours, and you are the Hero who wields it. Your journey has been long, but you have finally found your treasure, in yours hands rests the fate of the world.

The time has finally come, O Hero. You must finish your quest.