Oh my god, the detail is just too immense to try and color it standard.

Sanctuary, an artifact recovered by the 29xx expedition code named the footsteps project. This blade in unsuspecting scientists that uncovered it, gave a mysterious energy that would flow through an individual body, deeming each as unworthy. This titanic, seven foot long six ton mass of khorotitanium bladed Obsidian Lellemar hilted blade can cut a diamond like a hot knife through butter, literally. Upon many scans of different studies and purposes, the team discovered something far too complicated within the technology. A strange little symbol displayed bearing the mark of the only one who can take control, and have the strength of titans.

In later years, a mysterious pull lured an almost similar face, Soulguardian Beyas Frostail. For the twenty three years she lived in awareness of the world, whispers would constantly tell her to seek it, as it was her to be chosen, as the last descendant of the Havenforge Royal council. She finally saw to claim what would seemingly posses her, and draw her to a final battle, in which two of the greatest blades forged by both the light of angels and fires of hell, as the smiths were called in it's ancient time of creation. No one knows exactly who made this blade, but it is certain that the creator gave his conscience to this blade, and choose only one with the heart of light, yet the fist of vengeful law to save it's birthplace from damnation.

Paired with the inter-dimensional edge of the grand magistrate Hat' Arcice after his temporary passing of his mortal self, the two titanic blades make a competitor for the corrupted last heir of the Horantes family and his dark rule over Havenforge as a tyrannical genocide.

"I cannot save those consumed by the darkness brought to us, but I will avenge and free them from their eternal torture, If I am to be consumed myself, let there be the champions of ages past come forth and vessel my body until we are all lost or triumph in victory as we end this five hundred year struggle, only then we are to decide here and now, to bring on the final stand."

These were the words shouted out of storm of fire, by the bravest leader of an unknown resistance, these were the words of the last frostail.