C1948 I Want You to Die

Before this moment, Zhong Wen had wielded Heaven's Scar as if it were an entity unto itself. It was less a sword and more akin to a hidden, flying weapon.

Now, for the first time, he held Heaven's Scar in combat. As his palm met the hilt, a rush of kinship flooded through him, making the sword feel like an extension of his own body. With a mere thought