"Was this… what I felt a connection with?"
I muttered softly, staring down at the sword cradled in my hand.
It was a long, ink-black sword, faintly curved near the tip, with a surface so polished and dark it looked like I was holding a piece of the night sky itself.
Tiny specks of silver shimmered inside the metal like stars trapped in frozen time.
No wonder they called it… [Midnight].
It felt alive.
Heavy, not in weight, but in presence.
The kind of weapon that whispered into your soul without saying a word.
"...Scan."
[Name: Midnight
Type: Artifact
Grade: God
Details: A sword forged by Yggdrasil and the stars themselves.]
"…What the actual fuck?"
My eyes widened, my breath catching just slightly as the message finished.
God-grade? Seriously?
A laugh escaped me, low and sharp.
If this thing was truly a god-grade artifact, then…
Maybe I could destroy this world if I ever got bored enough.
But no, not yet.
