'Finally, it's here.'
From the elevated seat inside the private lounge, Ruvian lowered his gaze toward the distant stage.
The item was placed upon a dark velvet display, its form slender and dignified even from afar.
The long, gently curved blade reflected the bright light of the hall, its surface smooth and clean, almost like still water catching the glow of dusk.
Ruvian's eyes moved to the enchanted screen in the lounge, where the item could be seen much more clearly.
The handle was covered in dark material, wrapped neatly to give a firm grip. The end of the handle had a balanced weight, making the whole weapon look well-proportioned and stable.
Noticing the quiet focus in Ruvian's eyes, Silvena turned to him with curiosity.
"Is that the one you are looking for?"
Ruvian gave a small smile.
His expression remained calm, but certain.
"Yes. That is the one, my lady."
