Only whispered of by those who dare to speak its name aloud. A blade forged by the daemons themselves in the pits of the abyss and tempered in the still-beating hearts of their enemies. Its tainted magic ensured that no one slain by the blade will ever find refuge in the light of Sol or the branches of the Tree of Life. Instead they will find themselves forever bound within its cold metal prison and giving shape to its infernal form. It is the Shadowblade, drinker of souls.