And it thought it was...
...Beautiful.
But by the time Samu'dra truly understood the beauty of swordsmanship, it was already too late.
There was no one left for it to fight.
The creatures that had once challenged its strength were gone, while the predators that had once hunted it had either been killed or driven away.
Even the creatures that might have been able to stand against its sword had disappeared from this world.
Samu'dra had finally found something it loved, only to realize that there was no one left to share it with.
But it continued practicing anyway.
Every day, it swung the swords through the endless darkness, trying new movements, new techniques, and new ways to make the blades flow more naturally with its body.
Its swordsmanship continued to improve, and with each passing day, Samu'dra became stronger and more skilled.
Yet no matter how much it practiced, it always felt as though something was missing.
And that...
