As the cultivators reunited with the Continental Army, Helace walked up and examined Qatrand's blade edge. The razor sharpness of it was notably shiny despite the fuller holding so much gunk.
"No dulling after all that? Impressive forging."
Such an unexpected compliment made the Yecine stare briefly at the weapon her wife had gifted her. The heiress had reinforced it with old, unreplicable micro sigils and crafted it all with premium materials most wouldn't recognize. Elua hummed while looking at him from way up close.
'Perceptive eyes, as expected of an archer.'
"He's right, though. Most weapons would need sharpened after every large encounter. The Void essence somehow warps and dulls, rounding off the finer points of practically anything into near shapelessness. It's only their Rend physique that lets them make barbs, talons, and other ripping implements onto their bodies."
"What's the status of the civilians and the perimeter on the other end of the tunnel?"
