+10 Chaos Zweihander

Our hero finally came across the lost city of Izalith, having fled his station as Sentinel of the City of the Gods, his vigil untimely spurned thanks to the gift of dissidence whispered into his mind by the pygmy builders. There he dipped his sword into the chest of a ceaselessly weeping beast of Chaos, warping the weapon henceforth into a tool of stunning might, before battling the creature for a week and a night.

The beast felled, he stood at the magma's edge, unmarred from the sleepless battle, arms outstretched wide, and asked "Well, what is it?"