Ea's design was indeed extremely distinctive. It was about the same length as an ordinary longsword, with both a hilt and a guard.
However, the most eye-catching part was its blade. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it completely overturned all traditional notions of swords.
There was no sharp edge, no pointed tip. In their place were three long, narrow cylinders tightly connected together, forming a unique blade shape.
These cylinders were not smooth. They were covered in intricate patterns and markings, like masterpieces forged by nature itself, or works of art meticulously carved by ancient craftsmen.
These patterns and markings were not merely for decoration; they contained immense magical power.
Ea radiated an immeasurable, terrifying magical power. Like a black hole, it devoured everything around it.
It surpassed people's imagination and understanding, like some mysterious existence from another dimension. Before this sword, all other blades appeared pale and powerless.
It was a sword, yet not a sword.
For Ea had existed before the very concept of a "sword" appeared. It surpassed people's imagination and understanding. Only it was special, one of a kind.
Gilgamesh raised Ea high, his gaze becoming exceptionally resolute and cold.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly shouted:
"Awaken, Ea! The stage worthy of you has already been prepared!"
His voice echoed across the battlefield, shaking hearts like thunder.
As Gilgamesh's words fell, Ea seemed to truly awaken.
It began to emit an earthshaking roar, like thunder itself, shaking the entire battlefield.
The millstone-like cylinders slowly began to turn, grinding and rotating against one another. Every friction released even more magical power.
This magical power formed violent hurricanes around the blade, sweeping even the surrounding air into them.
The sky roared, as though trembling before the sword's power.
The earth shook, as though terrified