The sword just kinda sits there until the final act? It’s treated as this massive, world-defining object, but for most of the story, the protagonist's struggle is internal, a battle with their own fragmented memories and unstable identity. The sword becomes a symbol they’re told they must claim, this external validation of a destiny they don't feel. I found it more interesting watching them grapple with whether they even want it than the eventual physical wielding of it. The weight of expectation that comes with the artifact almost breaks their spirit long before it ever channels any power.
When it finally does activate, the effect is less about raw might and more about forcing a brutal, absolute choice. The journey up to that point is all about gathering allies, understanding different factions, seeking a third path. The sword annihilates that nuance. It forces the protagonist into the role of a decisive, lonely sovereign, fundamentally altering the journey from one of discovery to one of imposition. The camaraderie built along the way feels almost irrelevant in its glow.