When Ryu saw the image, he lost his breath for a moment.
Half of the weapon was shrouded in a heart stopping mystique. It was a jet-black blade, radiating out with a dark fog.
It had a width of two feet and a length of almost two meters. The blade was so flat that it seemed capable of slicing a piece of paper down its thickness. There was a slight taper to it, leading to a slightly elevated spine that just barely reflected the light. Everything about the weapon screamed to one's inner demons, calling out for slaughter.
But, this was just one half. The hilt of the weapon stretched out into a polearm over a meter long. It was wrapped in the scales of a dragon, wheezing and breathing as though it was alive. Every pulse caused the scales to lift slightly, revealing a sinister red beneath.
It felt like just grasping this hilt would slice one's palm apart and just swinging the weapon would allow it to drink one's blood.
