I have heard whispers of a rite like that, the Binding of the Sundered Blade, a way to weave a blade’s spirit into the very essence of its wielder. It’s an old spell, one that demands a steady heart and a clear intent, for the blade will mirror the soul of its owner, for better or worse. If you’re sure of your oath, tread carefully—once bound, the blade knows you as well as you know it.