The snow-covered plain was silent, with only the occasional gust of wind that whistled through the air.
Greg Jensen looked as if he were clad in red garments, holding a gleaming longsword in his hand, the blade still smeared with a scrap of flesh.
He was starkly out of place in the vast whiteness of the snow plain.
Hum!
Greg Jensen flicked the sword lightly, and the Twilight Snow Knife quivered, emitting a humming sound as it flung off the flesh and blood beads, leaving it clean.
The blade was as bright as new, radiating a chilling gleam.
This knife had been a gift from the Hall Family. He hadn't used his original weapon previously to conceal his identity, but now that he wielded it again, it still felt incredibly familiar in his hand.
Even though the ferocious beasts were as tough as copper hide and iron bones, the Twilight Snow Knife cleaved through them without any sense of resistance.
