"It's finished..." Aris grinned widely as she held the greatsword in her hands. "My greatest masterpiece," she muttered as she admired the blade with her fingers.
The greatsword that Aris made was similar to Rasmus's, the only difference was its size. It had the same matte black color and a crown-like hilt. As Orthias, their swords needed to be as tall as their bodies, and that made the swords impossible to wield by humans.
"What are you going to call that sword?" Rasmus crossed his arms and stared at the greatsword that was as tall as Aris.
"Of course, I'll name it like yours, Blackheart Greatsword," Aris smiled as she swung the sword and hit the ceiling, cutting the ceiling open like a piece of paper. "I want every mortal to tremble in the presence of this sword of mine."
"It seems that you're ready for the war as well," Rasmus said with a smirk on his face.
