劍，長三尺七寸，輕如無物。
它並非凡鐵熔鑄，而是一截堅冰凝成，幽幽含光，如握一線月光在手。
「劍，長三尺七寸，重七斤有餘。握在手上，用尖的那一端刺向敵人。」
戎裝女子一手輕招，劍如有靈，自武備架上骨碌跳起，入掌出鞘，貫入女孩身側，嗡鳴不休。
「學會了嗎？會了的話，就以步離人陸戰最常用的戰獸為敵，殺夠十隻血眼睚眥，這第一課就算結束。」
她沉默不語，只是左顧右盼。這是被救以來，她第一次離開病房，也是她此生第一次摸到名為劍的武器。
「我已屏退了醫士和醫助，沒我的命令，他們不會來找你的。」
「蒼城罹難，活下來的人本就不多。我不知你在救援抵達前到底經歷了些什麼…但我不想看你就這樣一輩子溺死在過去的恐懼里。」
「你不開口沒關係，你可以用它說話。」
「你可以用它，讓那些奪走我們一切的怪物徹底消失。似這般美好的東西，世上已不多了。」
戎裝女子眉目不動，將視線投向女孩身側的長劍。
如鏡的劍刃讓她照見自己的模樣，無數鋒利傷人的碎片風暴般捲起，將女孩拖入過去——
幽暗的深空中，名喚羅睺的妖星悲鳴着，歌唱着，挾着燃燒的山脈與大地向所有人撲面而來。
長街上人們尖叫，在末日滅頂的絕望中掙扎、翻滾，任由金色的枝蔓在每個人的口鼻孔竅中滋長不休。
她看着一切發生，動彈不得。五內如沸，有一物自她的丹腑中勃然翻滾，仿佛熟透的穀粒即將脫殼掙出，膨脹至無限。
但迎面而來的山脈卻讓她明白，自己不過是蜉蝣，即將死於神使指尖的輕捻。
即將溺死的片刻，她抓住了身邊唯一的浮草。
劍，長三尺七寸，重七斤有餘。
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.
