God-Tier Sword Sheath

Ornn wasn't afraid of high temperatures, directly grabbing the partially cooled scabbard in his hand.

It was ten meters long. For Ornn's massive frame, it was at most a short sword, but for Ato, it was impossible to carry!

The scabbard was dark red, its main body a regular rectangle, decorated with patterns resembling flowing lava.

Compared to a typical rapier scabbard, it was wide enough, clearly designed for a greatsword.

Its end was relatively sharp, the whole thing looking like an isosceles triangle joined to a rectangular body.

Ato looked at the neat, geometrically beautiful scabbard, then at the bizarre Demonic Sword of the Dark behind him, and couldn't help but complain, "Why do you have so many spikes? You can't even find a proper scabbard..."

"Before I was sealed, I was at the lowest point of my sanity, filled with mad intentions. When I broke free from the seal, my appearance became like this. It's not something I could control," Aatrox retorted righteously.

"Finished." Even Ornn's thick beard couldn't hide his joy. "This is my most satisfying work in a thousand years."

Ornn let go, and the dark red scabbard actually floated in the air, drifting towards Ato.

Throughout the process, it kept shrinking. By the time it reached Ato, it was less than two meters long, just the right length for Ato to sling across his back.

"So intelligent?" Ato stepped forward and picked up the scabbard. It still carried the residual heat from forging. "Between the demonic sword and the scabbard, it doesn't look like it can fit..."

"Appearance isn't a reason to stop them from fitting together." Ornn was still immersed in the satisfaction of creating an excellent piece. "Try it."

Ato seemed to understand something. He grabbed the hilt of the Demonic Sword of the Dark, aimed it at the mouth of the scabbard, and attempted to sheathe it.

Despite the vast difference in appearance, both the massive tip of the demonic sword and the spikes above the hilt slid smoothly into the scabbard.

It wasn't until the entire blade was sheathed, with only the hilt remaining outside, that it encountered no resistance, as if the scabbard contained infinite space.

"Is this a divine artifact forged by a Demigod? Old Man, how does it feel?"

"Very peculiar." Aatrox's voice now appeared directly in Ato's ear, inaudible to outsiders.

"I do feel much more at ease here. It can help suppress my maddened emotions. When I regain more of my sanity, perhaps I can recover the control over warfare I had during my time as General in the Empire."

"Heh, I'm not just a brute with strength. I once commanded an entire army!"

Ato then began communicating with Aatrox mentally. "Your subordinates all became Dark Ones and are scattered across the world. If you see them in the future, will they still recognize you?"

"I have that confidence," Aatrox's tone was firm. "Even if they only have instinct left, their sole instinct will be to obey the orders of General Aatrox!"

Ato was momentarily speechless. He hadn't expected that a game character he thought he knew so well would have such a side to him. His past was truly glorious.

"How is it? A scabbard that perfectly meets your requirements." Ornn tilted his head slightly, awaiting praise.

So you're like this too, Ornn... This trip was truly worthwhile. I've seen the unknown sides of heroes.

"Now, draw the greatsword again and let me see."

"Does the sheath have a function too?" Ato re-drew the Demonic Sword of the Dark, his eyes widening.

The spikes and beating heart on the Demonic Sword of the Dark were all gone. Its appearance was now like a greatsword forged from ordinary steel.

However, Ato soon felt it was just a disguise. With a thought, the demonic sword returned to its terrifying original appearance.

"A very useful function! Thank you, Demigod Ornn." Ato sheathed the sword and bowed slightly. "With this magical sheath, I'll have much less trouble."

"Mm, it's a small matter. By the way, if you see Doran again, give him a message for me. I'll never forget the eagerness in his eyes for forging."

"I will, if he's still alive. I should be going now. Thank you again for your help, Demigod Ornn."

"Let me escort you out. I control this space. Little one, I also thank you for bringing me news of Doran."

"Although I cannot see your destiny, I can see one thing: this world may have a chance to resolve its crisis because of your appearance. Do what you believe is right."

Ornn raised his right hand, engulfing Ato in firelight.

He nodded slightly at Ato. Under Ornn's control, Ato left the sweltering Forge Hearth and returned to the icy Freljord.

"A decent demigod," Aatrox's voice echoed in Ato's mind.

"I didn't expect that just the news of Master Doran would make him agree to forge the sheath."

Ato took out a few ropes from his body, wrapped them around the dark red sheath a few times, and slung it over his back, a smile unhidden on his lips.

"This way, I won't be so conspicuous. I'll look just like a warrior who uses a greatsword."

"How is it, don't I look like Ichigo Kurosaki?" Ato was still wearing that hooded black robe, and with the wrapped greatsword, it was hard not to make the association.

"Who is that? Doesn't sound like a name."

"Cough, cough, I got a little carried away..." Ato scratched his head and awkwardly changed the subject. "After we meet Lissandra, we can leave here and head south to Noxus."

"By then, the entire Noxus will surely be operating at full speed to prepare for war. We'll disguise ourselves as warriors who use greatswords as their weapons, join the army, and take their ships to Ionia."

"War... how nostalgic. Are you going to help Noxus fight this invasion?"

"No, I'm not helping anyone." Ato already had a plan. "The old fuddy-duddies of Ionia, without outside forces to wake them up, will never know what they're about to face."

"And Noxus, I can't really judge them. Ionia's resistance was completely passive, and they still lost!"

"Noxus is still under the rule of Emperor Boran Darkwill. If this war isn't lost, there won't be a major reshuffle within their factions."

"If they don't reshuffle, the future continental situation will completely change... I don't want them to become too dominant."

"...You know a lot about the current continental situation. You have the demeanor I had back in the day." After being suppressed by the sheath, Aatrox regained more of his sanity and couldn't help but sigh.

"As an Imperial General, one must have insight into the strength comparison between the enemy and ourselves, understand the art of warfare, recognize that one's own strength is limited, and rely more on one's loyal subordinates..."

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to Noxus to be a general." In the mental conversation, Ato covered his ears, but it was useless. "The current mission is to continue north to find Lissandra. I have a deal with her."