So this blade was called Yama...
Mo Xie stepped forward and carefully examined Yama's construction, finding that the longer he looked, the more he liked it.
The blade's lines were smooth, its sheath simple yet elegant, and its hilt fit perfectly in one hand. Its overall length was just right. It was a work of art of extraordinary craftsmanship, clearly forged by a master smith.
Deeply impressed, Mo Xie's eyes gleamed, and he felt an inexplicable urge to pick up the blade before him.
The sensation was peculiar, almost hypnotic, drawing him irresistibly closer, urging him to grasp it.
"Kid, don't go touching things. That blade's a little sinister."
Professor Shi slowly appeared, glanced over, and spoke lazily.
"A little sinister... why?"
Mo Xie noticed that the display stand listed only the blade's name, leaving its description blank.
"According to its last wielder, everyone who picked up Yama eventually went mad, until they lost control of their power and died. Do you know what happened to its last wielder?"
Professor Shi lowered his voice.
"What happened?"
"Half his body completely shriveled up, as though all its moisture had been sucked out. It lost all function."
"From his account, once you draw Yama, the blade keeps absorbing your magic energy. Unless you return it to its sheath, it'll drain you into a dried-out corpse."
"Of course, if you limit how long you use it, Yama's power as a Demon-Slaying Tool is truly terrifying. But that depends on whether you can actually resist using it for too long."
"Several wielders warned that Yama has an alluring power that makes people unable to resist drawing it, allowing it to absorb their magic energy. Over time, it became a Demon Blade."
"The description was left blank because we never intended to give this blade