The Heavenly Sword.
True to its name—which was so straightforward it almost seemed thoughtless—it was a blade that had descended from the heavens in the distant past. According to myth, it was a famous sword bestowed upon the “Hero” by the Heavenly God.
It was a weapon that had amassed countless feats of valor. The blade had cut down the demonic, and in the end had even slain the very origin of all sin, yet it remained intact even after transcending the ages.
I could feel that much simply by drawing it from its sheath.
The chilling sensation of its keen edge cutting into my skin.
Even calling it “sharp” felt inadequate. The “Heavenly Sword” existed on an entirely different plane from ordinary blades. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that its edge had been honed on some higher conceptual level.
It was one of the greatest gains I had obtained on Heavenly Sword Mountain.
And at the same time, it was also an object the man from the future had always mentioned.
Still, I had never expected to hear its name…