Its blade was only a little over two fingers wide. The perfectly symmetrical edge seemed to ripple like water, so that at a glance, one saw not the metal from which the sword had been forged, but soft water patterns that looked like an illusion. Yet wherever one touched it, it was undeniably real. Its surface was slightly cold, but it quickly warmed with the heat beneath the skin until it was almost the same as human body temperature.
Brando looked at the dreamlike sword. It was as cold as frost, yet possessed the liveliness of the Water of All Things. Its blade clearly resembled flowing seawater, yet it had been forged from metal. A crystal-clear sapphire was set into the guard of its hilt, and within the crystal was an exquisite emblem of the Shallow Sea. The pommel had been replaced with a Water Elemental crystal. When Brando gripped it, layer upon layer of illusions seemed to appear before his eyes.
He saw the birth of civilization, the establishment of order, and the mutual tolerance and acceptance of differences within society. Humans, elves, and dwarves gradually emerged from ignorance, leaving savagery and cruelty behind. Although conquest and war remained abundant throughout the course of history, the rules of order gradually became gentler.
This was a world where even the weak, the elderly, and children could survive. From the moment the wild heart emerged from the primeval forest, the spark of society was kindled. It was simply that intelligent beings went farther. A wise gaze watched over it all.
Yet civilization did not grow weaker because of this. On the contrary, order defeated savagery time and time again, and the flame of civilization continued to blaze across the wilderness.
Afterward, glorious and splendid cultures were born. Cities rose from the