Echoes of War

Endministrator! Why are you here?

Hah! I knew it! Me bond with these wares of war must've got right into your heart and soul! You heard me calling, didn't ya?

Ah, really now... Sure it's alright. Semyon doesn't understand my research at all. I'll give him the scientific enlightenment he badly needs.

Now listen close, my Endministrator, sure, I have been praying for this face-to-face for years. Ever heard of "Blade Reading"?

Aha! Right so! This is why you are the Endmin! Your intuitions are almost spot on!

In Blade Reading, you commune with your weapon. You make them tell you the story behind every chip of its edge and every scratch on its body.

Weapons never lie, Endministrator. They know everything.

Indeed ... RIGHT SO!

These wares of war know everything. Every battle you fought, and dangers that have yet to come.

I can hear them, Endmin. Since the time when I was a wee little boy. Even now, I can hear that humming echoes coming right from your sword.

The echoes of war now hover about you, notes far heavier and more solemn than anything in Valley IV ... or even the entirety of Talos-II.

If you can get the touch of them ... and read them right... It'd be mighty grand for your future conquests...

So, I'm wondering, would I have the honor of airing the weapon's prose to your ears, my Endministrator?

Wonderful, Endmin. Just take it handy, and let your spirit and soul drift into dreams of riotous battle, ringing blades, and cracking guns.

Grand so, but I shall wait here till you change your mind.