Kallinvar didn’t have to look to know that his fingers grasped the glowing green handle of his Soulblade. The piercing light had dissipated, and in its place was a low, pulsing glow. Kallinvar’s Soulblade took the shape of a double-edged greatsword. It was as solid as if the green pulsing light had been cut from steel, though unlike steel, a Soulblade could draw blood from a Fade, and it could rip the dark creature’s soul from the world of the living.
