The Sword that the seventh elder brought out was no ordinary weapon. Its craftsmanship and aura exuded a sense of power and significance that could not be ignored.
Levi's eyes widened as he beheld the blade, its intricate design glinting with an otherworldly radiance.
Though he did not know its name, a deep intuition told him that this weapon held great strength and carried a formidable legacy.
As Levi's gaze locked onto the sword, he could feel a chilling presence emanating from it.
It was as if the very essence of frost and ice had been infused into the blade, giving rise to a palpable Frost Aura.
The Frost Aura enveloped the weapon in an ethereal mist, shimmering with a cold, bluish hue.
It seemed to dance and swirl around the edges of the blade as if beckoning Levi to witness its frigid power.
Levi's keen perception allowed him to sense the intense aura radiating from the sword.
