Grab the sword

Composing yourself you finally got to the pillar of light and grabbed the sword. It’s hilt felt warm and the whole thing glowed with magic power. The longer you held it, the more it's strength flowed into you.

Swinging it experimentally you found it well balanced and easy to use despite being much longer then your previous sword.

When you finally left the temple, you were surprised to hear cheers. You expected to return to a dead city but apparently with the demons gone what people that were left came out of hiding.

You spent the night at the inn. Sleep took a while to find you as guilt warred with infatuation in your mind. You shouldn't have done what you did with that demon... not after so many deaths... but a part of you is looking forward to meeting her again.

At some point sleep must have taken you... you blink and find it is morning. Outside you find the towns people have taken care of the dead as well as having gathered supplies to aid you on your journey.

You push the guilt down as you take the gifts... it wouldn't make much sense to linger so you pulled out your map and headed toward the next closest temple.