C277 River War

As my wife pressed the button on her sword's hilt, an icy chill swept through her, and time seemed to slow to a snail's pace. She watched as a thick black mist billowed from the hilt, enveloping the blade and transforming it into a larger, broader greatsword, the dark energy leaping and spreading along its length. The sinister aura even began to creep up her arm, advancing toward her body