The blade shattered, plunging into the bone-chilling cold.
All earthly instruments are mere futilities, their worth discernible with a single glance.
"What use do I have of swords?"
She holds no attachment, nor does her gaze accommodate anything within.
"From now on, I shall be my own sword."
To transcend perceived precipices and achieve unprecedented breakthroughs,
one must regard themselves as "kindling" to fuel their own fire.