The blade was pitch black, exuding an oppressive aura of destruction that made the nearby guards shift uncomfortably.
It seemed to absorb the light around it, edges sharp enough to cut the very air, humming with a low, menacing vibration that sent chills down spines.
"What weapon is that?" the general asked in surprise.
Dread gripped him just from seeing the blade, his throat tightening as an instinctive fear prickled his skin.
"My favorite buddy. Now, if you will excuse me," the young man said.
His eyes glowed subtly, igniting with an inner light that transformed his appearance, amplifying the sharp lines of his face and the quiet intensity in his expression.
"Beautiful," the administrator's wife blurted out subconsciously.
She stared at the face of the young man, now amplified by his eyes that looked just like a constellation of stars, swirling galaxies and twinkling points of light dancing within their depths.
