One of the special swords that had been gathered by the organization Alter, an artifact among artifacts. In many ways, it was Liam's most powerful weapon. Its ability was both simple and terrifying: it could cut through anything. Spells, mana constructs, even barriers that should have been untouchable. A blade that ignored the very principles of magic itself.
Such a weapon, such overwhelming power, had been left in Liam's hands. Raze, however, had insisted it belonged there. He truly believed that with his system, he could bring out the potential of those around him, elevating their strength to match his own. Raze himself had countless ways to fight; he was never without an option. But for Liam, having that sword meant that in battle, his friend could face dangers that would otherwise have been far beyond him.
Today, though, was different. Raze had asked to wield the sword himself. He had requested it for one reason only.
