This sword, like the scythe of death in the dark night, is covered with a cold and mysterious aura. The blade is as black as ink, and the edge is shining with a sharp cold light, as if it can easily cut through the void. The unique shape seems to be carved from the fangs and claws of the devil, and the ferocious braid is full of power. The red lines are winding on it like blood, as if telling the blood and killing it has experienced. The handle is wrapped with strange lines, as if it is an ancient rune, giving it endless magic and curse. It stands quietly, as if waiting for the next master it chooses, to embark on the journey full of unknowns and dangers together, and write its own legend in the dark.