A tall wide greatsword materialized on top of their hands. The blade made of condensed shadow was gently fuming, and even though the greatsword looked big, Awa and Night lifted it as if it was weightless.
Awa and Night rotated their hand and let the blade shove a couple of inches into the ground. The audience could see that the mysterious-looking blade was indeed as sharp as an ordinary blade would be.
Amie looked at her husband. Lamin had a smile on his face. The greatsword he practiced with and could not use anymore after losing one arm was being held by the next generation of his family.
"My sweet daughter is the best Dullahan in the world." He proudly said with a tear trickling from his eye.
Amie held her husband's hand. "She is our and our people's pride."