On the blood-red beach, every grain of sand seemed as if it had been soaked in blood, a vivid crimson red.
A group of rusted bronze creatures drifted aimlessly on the beach. They possessed a levitation ability that allowed them to float at low altitude.
Suddenly, a salty, moist sea breeze blew past.
The rusted bronze (long spear) was made unsteady by the wind, its body swaying like small grass in a storm, the tilted spearhead accidentally striking the body of the rusted bronze (sword), with a crack, the sword broke into two pieces.
The rusted bronze (sword) struggled on the ground for a while, and then... it was gone.
The Black Flame Horse was stunned by the scene, "This is too fragile."
The Black Flame Horse's gaze shifted slightly, looking at the rusted bronze (long spear). The sea breeze had ceased, but it still wobbled, the earlier collision with the rusted bronze (sword) seemed to have knocked something out of its head, making it stagger like a drunkard.
