C6242 I'm Being Fair

It was a sharp, bloodred sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light as it stabbed into the ground, shattering the tiles.

On top of the blood-colored sword was a young man dressed in embroidered clothes. His black hair was like a waterfall, and his eyes were like bolts of lightning. He seemed like a True God from the heavens descending to the mortal world, his aura unstoppable