In an ancient medieval landscape, an ancient French sword, crafted from the ancient French period, stands proudly on the battlefield. The blade of the sword gleams in the sunlight, its mighty head shining brightly against the blue and red hues. The blood cloaks the blade into a symphony of red powder, swirling and twirling around the battlefield. The red ice cubes heaves are cast to the sides, but the wind whips through its blade and dances across the battlefield, their light casting shadows on the ground below. The blade extends, mighty, foreboding into the horizon, as if waiting for a mystical turn to pounce.