"It's just a broken sword. So what if it shattered?" The Lord hadn't yet realized the gravity of the situation, his eyes fixed on the charging Six-armed Snake Demon Warriors. "I've broken dozens of swords, if not a hundred. Looks like I'll have to add a few more to the list."
"Lord, General Mandela's Blood Sword was forged from crimson Fine Steel by the Legendary Dwarf, Dugan the Wild Hammer, in Iron Forge Castle. It has endured for a thousand years without a hint of decay. It was said that no one short of a Legendary Powerhouse could ever hope to break it, even using all their strength."
"'When the horizon bleeds, that is when the mightiest Blood Sword will shatter,'" Fujero said with conviction.
"Where'd you learn all that?" Levi asked casually.
"When the horizon bleeds, it is not the end of days,
But valiant Swordsmen facing a mighty foe.
The Blood Sword shatters, the Warrior wails,
Flee from this place, the farther the better."
