Before Batwoman lay a broken sword. It looked covered in dust, yet the star reliefs on its blade still glowed. That was a fact even dust could not change.
It was a heavy one-handed sword, broken into two pieces at its center. The fracture showed that it had not been severed by an external force; instead, it looked as though something inside had forced it apart.
The star reliefs formed the shape of the Big Dipper, making her think of something Deathstroke had once said.
"777777."
Though she did not understand the specific reason, Deathstroke was indeed extremely sensitive to this number. He had even said that it seemed to be some sort of universal constant.
She had just been thinking about that, which was why she seemed somewhat hesitant. But when she picked up both halves of the broken sword and weighed them in her hands, she found nothing obviously different about it compared with an ordinary cold weapon.
It weighed about as much as steel, far inferior to the Sword of Fu Xi. Its light-and-shadow effects looked unusual, but its radiation reading was very low, about the level of a glow-in-the-dark watch.
"How is it? Batwoman, did you find anything?" Silver White flew up while carrying Enchantress. The moment she arrived, she saw Batwoman holding the broken sword with her head lowered in thought, but she could not read even the slightest emotion from the latter's expression. This woman was as cold as a stone.
"Mm." Batman merely gave the simplest nasal reply before handing her the sword. "Feel it for yourself."
Still unsure what was going on, Silver White took it. The surrounding firelight made her look like a little red person. Her methods of examination were more primitive than Batwoman's; aside from weighing and swinging it,