C100 I Am Looking for the Corpse of a Person

The sword to the far right was coated in a layer of dust and speckled with rust. Faang Han grasped it in his hands.

It was perfectly balanced in size and weight, fitting Faang Han's grip like a glove. With a flick of his finger, he dislodged the dust from the blade, and in that moment, its edge gleamed brilliantly.

The sound of the sword's hum was crisp and resonant.

On the back of the hilt