At that moment, under the slightly dim gaslight, Joel wiped a barbarian double-edged battle axe, full of violent style, inside his weapon box.
Its appearance was quite simple and imposing.
The entire body of the axe had no superfluous decoration, only some elegant runes on the handle—magical characters learned by the Mountain People after being blessed by the nature spirits.
Buried deep for four hundred years, this ferocious weapon had not lost even a hint of its vigor; even now, under the light, its gleaming sharp blade still made Joel feel a chill on his neck.
This was not a psychological illusion; indeed, as Joel strained to swing the blade, visible frost freely formed on the sharp edge.
And through that swirling ice mist, the ghostly blue runes of The Fury could scarcely be seen on the blade.
This phenomenon was enough to prove its uniqueness.
