Chapter 100: The Other Side
"It’s about time I gave you a real weapon."
Adam said, flashing a grin that clearly said he was way too pleased with himself.
"You’ve more than earned it."
He commented to Clara, complementing his current feats.
"Well, if you think so, mon Maître."
With that said, he raised his left hand forward and opened his palms. It was not long after that a black colored box manifested into his hands, naturally, it was invisible to anyone but him.
Soon after it opened up, and a black mist leaked from it, glowing dark purple on the inside, as a blade manifested from the box. From the perspective of Clara, it just looked as if a sword was manifesting out of thin air.
It was a claymore, looking at it, one might think it was forged from a metal so dark that the metal itself devoured light around it.
It was a full black sword, from the blade to the guard, and even the hilt was full black. The only difference was its unique shape, the thorny rose bush, and vines that swirl around the blade. And the short poem glows a dark royal purple, as the poem says.
꧁༺ "𝓘𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮." ༻꧂
The poem was short and sweet, and it looked like something that was carved into the blade.