Inside the castle was the stench of stale air, as if it hadn't been used in centuries. 'Partumee only thought it was a clever cover, as he continued into the castle. When he beheld the ruins of a great chapel, 'Partumee's first instinct was to jump up into the highest point. What he saw, was both unexpected, and amazing. There was a large human sword, sticking out from the ground. It wasn't just any sword. The energy being gathered to it, the organic look, 'Partumee knew this sword was extremely powerful. He cautiously stepped up to it, looking for any signs of a trap. When he was just four paces from it, something happened that shocked him. A giant eye, near the hilt of the sword, shot open, and glared at 'Partumee. Then, A voice echoed in his head. "Help me!" It shouted.
"Help me!" It shouted again. 'Partumee looked around, pointing both his sword and pistol pointed every which way. "Who said that?" He demanded. "I did!" The voice responded. 'Partumee looked back over at the sword, and pointed his plasma pistol at it. "You?" He asked. "Yes." Came the response. "I am Soul Edge. I am a captive of the humans." 'Partumee was astonished. Never has a sword spoken to him. Soul Edge continued. "I am a powerful entity, trapped inside a sword. I had the ability to give the heretical humans a Great Journey, and let them march to their salvation. But they feared my methods." Upon hearing this, 'Partumee lowered his pistol. "I'm listening." Soul Edge spoke again. "In order to begin the Great Journey, I needed souls. Many powerful souls. None wanted to give me their souls. None wanted their salvation. So they imprisoned me in this sword, and left me here to rot." 'Partumee was curious. "Why did they not want salvation?" The sword spoke again. "Because they are afraid of death, and they had mistaken the Great Journey for death."
'Partumee thought for a moment. "If I were to help you, would you help me, and my Covenant begin the Great Journey?" Soul Edge looked intently at him. "If that is your wish." 'Partumee raised his pistol, and began charging it up. "I shall release you from your prison, then." "Wait!" The green bolt of plasma went high, well out of the way of Soul Edge. "My life force is bound to this sword. If you destroy it, you'll kill me." 'Partumee once again lowered his weapon. "So how shall I help?" The sword glared at him again. "Take the sword's hilt, and use it to harvest souls. Any souls will do. Harvest as many as you can. Grow my power, and I shall grant you, and your Covenant, Salvation from this doomed existence." Without hesitation, 'Partumee dropped his plasma sword, and grabbed Soul Edge's hilt. The blade morphed into a sword that closely resembled a steel Covenant sword, in Soul Edge form. "I shall grant you the power to grant me souls. With your aid, my power will be infinite. And, I shall grant your Great Journey." With that, 'Partumee left the castle.
