The blade was obsidian black, darker than night, as if it drank the light instead of reflecting it. Its surface was smooth and glass-like, yet not fragile.
The sword kept the composite shape—a long main blade with a second edge running close along its spine—but the inner gap between them was slightly widened. This made the air pass through more cleanly, letting the blade cut faster without losing weight.
Small jagged ridges rested near the base, not for show, but to catch and redirect an enemy's weapon during close clashes.
The edge was not flashy. It was thin, straight, and cruelly precise.
The balance leaned forward, the blade fragments grew broader as it continued away from the handle.
"This…is not your typical sword," the bushy-brow man said.
William nodded, "Well, we can see that…but what exactly makes it perfect for me?"
He could tell that the blade had been made with long hours of precise working to make it perfectly aligning despite the unusual texture.
