As Ed gripped the sword with trembling hands, the realization hit him like a wave. It wasn't the kind of sword he had imagined for it was... fragile. The sunlight glinted off its surface and revealed its true nature—translucent and delicate.
He hadn't noticed it before in his panic, but now, as he raised it in front of him, its fragile form seemed almost too delicate to be of any use against the massive menacing insect that had relentlessly pursued him.
The ant now towering over him like a monstrous beast, continued to advance with unyielding force, its segmented legs cracking the ground beneath it. Ed swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his situation pressing in. How could a glass sword stand a chance against something so powerful? His breath hitched in his throat as the sword in his hand felt a like a cruel joke, something not made for battle but for display.
