Pherdanta pushed the hilt of her sheathed sword. Indeed, there was only one now.
It was neither Demion's Dance nor the Bashful Abomination. It was both, combined into one.
The hilt – long and curved – was a poison green hue, intricately designed with grooves and swirls that forged the immaculate images of seven snaking serpents with triangular heads that looked a lot like double-edged, double-sided swords.
The inches of the sword that peeked from the sheath were brass-coloured and chipped at the edge.
This new sword was some horrific mix between a hanger and a zhanmadao. The blade was over two and a half meters long, glossy, with an unnerving curve in the middle. As it was unsheathed, it expelled a venomous energy, no, a kind of… Aura that made the three remaining Cavern immediately widen the distance between them and Pherdanta.
Their faces were screwed in confusion and hatred.
How was it that a mortal had slain their companion?
