Without even time to channel mana, Desmond had to rely merely on the base strength of the weapon in his hand. With an unorthodox stance, Desmond placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, drawing it in an instant.
A pristine silver blade with a delicate green line along the edge extended from the exquisite serpent head with a feathered mane that served as a guard. The sword was beautiful, almost to the point of looking like a work of art rather than a weapon; however, the immense pressure emitted by the blade would not allow anyone to have such thoughts.
The sword had been forged by Katya by unknown means, using the colossal corpse of a beast at the top of the three-star class as its material. Even an idiot would know that the sword could not be ordinary.
Back then, Desmond wondered why he needed Katya tons of materials to make such a small weapon, but that doubt died when he first felt the sword's power.
