Fierce Edge

A sudden flash of brilliance, butterflies fluttering, singing through wind and snow, owing allegiance to no chivalry.

Alone, I climb the western tower. The moon fills the starry sky, and at a glance I see the road stretching to the horizon.

A razor edge so fierce that gods, ghosts, demons, and immortals weep! Once drawn, it lays all living things to waste; sheathed again, it roams freely through the Six Realms!