Frostveil.
A cursed blade, sharp and radiant like moonlight on untouched snow—elegant, yet unforgiving.
It wasn't some ancient relic lost to time, but a modern mana weapon crafted by a skilled artisan. A triumph in craftsmanship… and a mistake.
The blade was forged using the fang of a named beast—a Cryal Warden, a fearsome apex predator that once ruled the frozen northern reaches. Its power was so immense that just using a part of it twisted the very nature of the weapon.
Frostveil became a famed sword despite its penalty—a weapon whispered about by mercenaries and adventurers alike, lauded for its terrifying strength and feared for its cost.
But it was also the reason she—once a proud swordswoman known for her technique—abandoned her discipline. She stopped chasing mastery of the blade… and instead, chased the blade itself.
That was how she lost her path.
That was how she became something else.
A sword demon.
"I don't show this to just anyone~"
