剑，长三尺七寸，轻如无物。
它并非凡铁熔铸，而是一截坚冰凝成，幽幽含光，如握一线月光在手。
「剑，长三尺七寸，重七斤有余。握在手上，用尖的那一端刺向敌人。」
戎装女子一手轻招，剑如有灵，自武备架上骨碌跳起，入掌出鞘，贯入女孩身侧，嗡鸣不休。
「学会了吗？会了的话，就以步离人陆战最常用的战兽为敌，杀够十只血眼睚眦，这第一课就算结束。」
她沉默不语，只是左顾右盼。这是被救以来，她第一次离开病房，也是她此生第一次摸到名为剑的武器。
「我已屏退了医士和医助，没我的命令，他们不会来找你的。」
「苍城罹难，活下来的人本就不多。我不知你在救援抵达前到底经历了些什么…但我不想看你就这样一辈子溺死在过去的恐惧里。」
「你不开口没关系，你可以用它说话。」
「你可以用它，让那些夺走我们一切的怪物彻底消失。似这般美好的东西，世上已不多了。」
戎装女子眉目不动，将视线投向女孩身侧的长剑。
如镜的剑刃让她照见自己的模样，无数锋利伤人的碎片风暴般卷起，将女孩拖入过去——
幽暗的深空中，名唤罗睺的妖星悲鸣着，歌唱着，挟着燃烧的山脉与大地向所有人扑面而来。
长街上人们尖叫，在末日灭顶的绝望中挣扎、翻滚，任由金色的枝蔓在每个人的口鼻孔窍中滋长不休。
她看着一切发生，动弹不得。五内如沸，有一物自她的丹腑中勃然翻滚，仿佛熟透的谷粒即将脱壳挣出，膨胀至无限。
但迎面而来的山脉却让她明白，自己不过是蜉蝣，即将死于神使指尖的轻捻。
即将溺死的片刻，她抓住了身边唯一的浮草。
剑，长三尺七寸，重七斤有余。
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, that weighs nothing.
It was not forged from any ordinary iron, but condensed from a shaft of sharp ice. It glowed with a dim light, as if it were a sliver of moonlight held in the wielder's hand.
"A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, weighing about 7 catties. Hold it in your hand, and stab the sharp end towards the enemy."
With a gentle flip of her hand, the woman in armor called her sword. As if alive, the sword lept out of the weapon rack, sliding into her grasp and out of its sheath in one fell swoop. The blade then stabbed into the air beside the girl, humming intently.
"You got that yet? If so, go fight the most common war beasts the borisin use in their ground forces. Once you've killed ten Bloodshot War Wyverns, I'll consider your first lesson completed."
She remained silent, her eyes darting left and right. This was her first time stepping out of the ward since being rescued, and the first time ever in her life she had touched a weapon known as a sword.
"I have dismissed the healers and helpers. They won't come to you without my orders."
"The calamity in Cangcheng left few survivors. I don't know what you've been through before the rescue arrived... But I don't want to see you wallow in past horrors like this for the rest of your life."
"It's okay if you don't wanna talk. You can speak with this."
"You can use this to vanquish the monsters that took everything from us. There are now few things as wondrous as this left in the world."
The woman in armor remained composed, her gaze cast onto the long sword by the girl's side.
The mirror-like blade showed her reflection. Then, a swarm of razor shards swirled up in a tempest, dragging the girl into her past —
In the dimly lit sky, the demonic planet named Rahu was wailing and singing, hurling towards everyone with lands and mountains ablaze.
On the streets, people were screaming, writhing and rolling in apocalyptic despair, as the golden tendrils sprouted and grew feverishly in every orifice of theirs.
She watched everything unfold, paralyzed. Her organs felt like they were boiling. Something suddenly surged and churned in her Core Esse, like a ripe wheat grain about to burst out of its husk and swell to infinity.
The mountains hurling towards her face made her realize, she was but a mayfly, about to perish at the mere flick of an Emanator's fingertip.
In that split moment before death claimed her, she grabbed the only thread she could hang by.
A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, weighing about 7 catties.
