"Master of the Rapier," Aether muttered under a swift breath, a self-proclaimed title, or one gifted to him by others because of his strength and skill. He didn't believe in giving yourself titles; they didn't mean anything. But if the others had done it...
He looked at his marks.
Voidpiercer, somehow gifted to him by an unknown person or force, a blade that should have never been created, never should have existed, and even more be given to him. A copy of a extremly powerfull blade, created by one of the first princes and later corrupted by the Daemon Lord of the Abyss to kill the gods. Its tip may have taken the life of many and tasted the flesh of more.
A blade designed to piece the world and shatter it, just like it had done with his Denial. A blade with an extremely sharp tip, and with its sides on the more dull side.
A rapier.
Light and fast.
Yet... he had never learn how to wield one.
