In a cozy room, the whole No One Under Heaven—Hong Kong Division was gathered. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect, but every person there had a shadow hanging over them.
Let's start with Rachel Luo.
"My Azureblade..." She cradled her sword sheath, her eyes vacant as she muttered to herself.
[By the standards of my sect’s world, this sword isn’t some legendary artifact—just a pretty decent piece. But it was my top trophy from that low-tier martial arts world. I busted my butt, hunted down every expert, and thrashed a bunch of masters before finally landing a blade that actually worked with my inner energy. But now…]
She grabbed the hilt and pulled—pop! All she was holding was the hilt.
She turned the sheath upside down—crash, crash, crash—over a dozen fragments spilled out, covering the floor and giving a perfect demo of "a shattered mirror can't be mended."
She pressed her hand to her forehead, sighing nonstop: "My poor Azureblade..."
Rachel Luo, Shadow Index: Medium.
Next up, Chainsaw Girl.
"My Slayer Saw, aaah!" She hugged her chainsaw, her hands trembling as she stroked the blade—like she was comforting a dying comrade-in-arms.