The sword didn't look any different from before, but Amari still picked it up to observe. Looking at it now, there definitely were some differences.
Thin lines ran through the centre of the blade, pulsating with energy from time to time. It was also very vague, but he felt that the sword was a little heavier than before. It was hard to notice with this armour on, but something in him just told him everything he needed to know.
The guard of the sword curled up slightly, like two demon horns. It was a dark red, meshing nicely with the completely black blade.
He ran his armoured hand against the edge of the blade. A low humming emerged as he drew it against, but gradually, he could feel an unseen pressure that threatened to cut through his armour.
'Fuck!'
Amari quickly withdrew his finger as he stared at the blade again. This armour definitely wasn't anything to scoff at, but it was instantly clear of the difference between the blade and this.
