While the scythe was still hot enough to burn anyone who wasn't careful, its color slowly changed. The redness in its body vanished, replaced by a thick, almost suffocating Death aura.
Even so, Steelmind could tell this Death aura was different. It wasn't the sort that would make his body sick or make him a dying man, but rather something entirely different.
The change the Death God had made to the aura had seemingly given it a transformation beyond anything he had ever seen before.
Bringing himself out of his stupor, he focused back on the task and waited for the right moment. As the scythe got blacker and blacker, almost as if it was an abyss swallowing all the light, Steelmind finally acted.
He forced Qi into the scythe's blade, and with dexterous control over it, he split the Qi into nearly three thousand different parts, each moving nigh-independently as they formed the complex Qi-lines that Steelmind had come to form after a millennia.