Chapter 379 - A mighty clash
As the light faded and the legendary armament was once again shown to the public, the crowd turned dead silent. The old man was holding a majestic-looking broadsword in his hands.
Its long blade was double-edged, neatly sharpened on both of its sides. The entire metal had a silvery shine, a royal hue to it, all of its almost meter-long length. From the rain guard to its sharpened tip, it was clear it was not made from any ordinary metal.
The hilt was also quite extraordinary. If Rygintarth's hilt was a dragon's head, then Sir Arthur's exquisite sword's hilt was akin to his namesake, a Roaring Lion. It had a pure golden shine, it's luscious mane served as both the cross and the handguard two in one.
Another thing that whilst not many noticed, Aiden, Ryg, and surprisingly, Drake also did. As soon as the exquisite-looking blade appeared, a new presence could be felt, albeit quite faintly.