'So that's the goal.' Sato stared at the black sword in front of him.
He was currently on the last platform on the altar, scilicet the top of the altar. In the middle of the platform, just a few steps away from Sato, was a sword that was stabbed into a small podium with the hilt of the sword pointed towards the sky.
The sword was pitch black and was made with an intricate design that made it look like a priceless work of art. It was an average-sized double-edged great-sword with strange inscriptions engraved on the sword's blade. The hilt was similarly black like the blade and had an obsidian gem implanted on it. Sato could even faintly see a demonic creature that seemed to be struggling within the obsidian.
