The Blade of Tiamat's presence was radiating a regal menace that felt very ancient.
The weapon looked nothing like anything belonging to the mortal world.
It wasn't a medieval longsword, nor a katana, nor any recognizable earthly blade. Its design was like something forged before structure existed, before the concept of symmetry or standard craft.
A single-edged blade, long and sleek yet irregular, the cutting side impossibly smooth while the blunt side was jagged, almost like crystallized lightning frozen mid-strike.
Dark purple metal shaped its entire body, almost black under low light, but when Liam stepped closer, streaks of purple-gold shimmered faintly through the uneven edges.
Liam tilted the blade ever so slightly and he appreciated the weapon. He let out a soft breath.
"…Beautiful," he murmured.
After observing the weapon's appearance, he decided to check its description.
[Blade of Tiamat] (Sealed)
