Walking forward, Ulric stared for a moment before finally crouching, a faint smile stretching across his face.
"A scythe?"
Where the Sanguine Blood Wolf had exploded into a flurry of golden particles, a synthe lay in its place.
Unable to help himself, he extended his hands and grabbed it into his arms.
The shaft was wooden, with crimson veins and dark lines spreading across its surface, giving him the sense of an ancient origin the longer he stared.
Tracing his fingers along its surface, the upper end extended into an intricate blade, curving to form an extremely sharp edge.
Its surface was blood red, faint runes and sigil markings inscribed across it.
The longer he stared, the wider his eyes grew in astonishment. The blades he conjured from darkness he already found fascinating. But this... It just felt different.
