A few seconds later, the scythe had formed completely, transforming into a weapon designed for reaping.
The hilt of the scythe was the length of an adult human, slender enough for a child to wrap their hand around, with intricate vein-like patterns etched across its surface.
Blood seeped through these little channels, like roots of a tree, converging at its blade. Despite its thinness, no one would argue its sturdiness.
The blade, however, was a true manifestation of its lethal capabilities. It was terrifyingly sharp, radiating with a sharp vermillion hue that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.
The blade extended longer than two arms placed side by side, and the sharp curve altering its shape gave it a deeply menacing form.
Even the bravest of warriors would not dare to pick such a weapon up, let alone fight against its wielder.
