Longsword Halo 【8K × 4K】

“Ghosts only, Shipmaster. And one artifact secured.”

He sheathed Nuro ‘Kvatu across his back and keyed his comm unit. “Vadam squadron, status.” longsword halo

Rtas did not turn. He knew the gait—heavy, arrhythmic, reeking of rotting fur and cheap stimulants. A Brute chieftain, his power armor stained with the blue ichor of Unggoy. He dragged a gravity hammer crackling with red lightning. “Ghosts only, Shipmaster

The longsword did not slash. It pierced —a two-handed thrust through the gap where the Brute’s neck met his shoulder, where the armor plates hinged. The Forerunner-alloy tip sheared through muscle and bone as if through fog. The Brute’s roar became a gurgle. His hammer fell with a dull thud. He knew the gait—heavy, arrhythmic, reeking of rotting

He wiped the sword clean on the Brute’s cloak, then raised it toward the broken halo ring visible through the穹顶’s fractured window. The ring’s blue light caught the blade’s edge, making it hum—a sound like a question.