A Fitting Name
The darkness faded away, and as Alex's senses returned, his vision settled on a sheath, crystalline and clear, like glass forged from crystal, and within its transparent surface, clouds of darkness swirled, chaotic, and restless.
Alex felt his heart drop as he saw the sword, and with his breath held, he slowly walked toward it, paying no attention to the void that surrounded him.
Alex had many questions about his current circumstances, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was get a hold of the sword floating in the distance, so lost in getting a hold of it that he did not even bother to check for any danger.
Alex took hold of the handle, its surface cold and smooth beneath his fingers, as a cold shiver ran through his body, a realization hitting him that it was much heavier than he expected, but still, it also felt as light as a feature, perfectly balanced.