"Good sword!" Seeing the effect of the sword the burly Sacred Warrior made in just one cut, the enlisted mage could not help but compliment. The crowd also followed suit in singing praises.
They could clearly see for themselves, right before the glaive hewed down at that rock, there was a faint flash of light at the tip of the blade; then the blade drove directly into the rock. This was not the embodiment of something that was simply hard and sharp, nor was it the appearance of a blade that had absorbed some fighting spirit to take on such sharpness. It was more like the power of a fighting spirit that had been magnified.
For a master who was neither too strong nor too weak like this Sacred Warrior, such a sword would suit him best. Usually, it would not be conspicuous, but when it was truly put to use, it would be extremely powerful. It was simply perfect.
