Nolan let out a cold laugh, his demeanor suddenly bursting with an intense aura. He gazed at Alexander, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, flickering with a chilling light.
Tucked at his waist was a long sword, its scabbard of an ancient bronze hue. With a swift motion, he grasped the hilt and unsheathed the sword.
As the blade slid out, it emitted a crisp, buzzing sound!
This was no ordinary sword; its blade was not the usual silver but a dark black! Clearly, the material used to forge this sword was far from ordinary.
"My sword is named Tempest, and it has not been drawn for three years," Nolan declared, his voice deep as he held the sword in hand. He slowly lowered the sword, pointing it directly at Alexander.
"When Tempest is drawn, it aims to take the enemy's life!"
Alexander, observing the Tempest sword, slightly squinted and remarked, "This sword must be made from Obsidian Steel, right?"
