With a distinct creak, the long sword slowly rose from the hallow of the spire. The sturdy chain no longer shook, and all the shards were held tightly together.
The hilt hadn't changed a bit, it remained as Adam saw it, but now the hilt looked harmonious and fitting without standing out against the blade.
The new ice sword was several times larger than the previous one, a true warrior's weapon, heavy and deadly with a unique essence, not a simple sword that without its frost effect would be no different from a training one.
After a long time, some of the bandages finally fell from The Blind Sinner's face, revealing hair, bright blue eyes, and a mouth, yet these were not the only physical changes.