I finally made it. I was finally strong enough to summon my Shadows Fury Demonblade. I was the only person in the entire world who can summon a sword this powerful. I sat down and grasped the unknown black metal. I punched my fist into it and closed my eyes. Most summoners would have to recite a poem to summon their specified sword but because of the way I've been trained, I don't have to.
I put as much of my magic power into trying to create the sword. I could see it in my head: A large, black blade that was about three feet. The handle was in the shape of demon wings with a sparkling diamond in the middle. Small blades made a perimeter around the actual blade.
I then opened my eyes to my fist holding the sword; the odd metal gone. I stared at it for a while, slashing it against the ground to test its durability. I was sure excited to try it out.
Now I was strong to battle him.
I was strong enough to protect Crimson.
