Approaching Storm

Mira gently held up a black and golden long sword as if it were her most prized possession. It was about a meter long with a black blade and golden edges. Golden runes that shone in the dimly lit cave covered both sides. 

She felt the weight of it in her hands and nodded. 'Very suitable for someone in the Mortal Shedding Realm.' 

She had to push down the urge to swing it around lest she destroy the cave, mountain, and beyond. Unbeknownst to her, with how much effort she and Coralia put into it, they were able to push its grade all the way up to Late-Stage Mystic-Grade. 

With the runes and everything, it might even be able to contend with Peak-Stage Mystic-Grade weapons.

"Wow…" Coralia gaped, feeling the warm yet oppressive aura that radiated off the sword. "Now that… That's what I'm talking about."