She once severed the wings of the Abyssal Serpent, shattered the Black Obsidian Wall of the Nether Kings, and even defied the Celestial Sovereigns.
She once cut the firmament of the heavens and severed the fate line of an entire demonic race.
She once held the moon's power in her hands, stared death in the face, and smiled, uttering these distinct words: "Death is afraid of my sword."
In the Age of Starfall, when the heavens wept, silver flames and fragments of the cosmos rained upon Zyrathis, a world of great prosperity and power.
Among these fragments was a celestial sword that descended from the sky and landed in the heart of Zyrathis.
Any mortal hands did not forge it, nor was it wielded by any living being—it was a blade of divine origin, birthed from the very essence of the moon and stars.
It came into being of its own accord, and not even the gods possessed what it took to wield it.