Wyverns sting

Do not be fooled by its size, for this is a Wyvern, and it carries all the venom and ferocity of its namesake. It rests in the hand with a dense, compact purpose, a tool where every ounce is meant for decisive action.

Its blade, a mere 3 ½ inches of malice, is forged from 200 layers of Damascus steel. The pattern is not of water, but of shimmering scales and coiling smoke, a dark, roiling texture that seems to shift in the light. The thick, 3/16-inch spine speaks of its surprising strength, a little monster with a powerful bite.

The handle is what truly sets it apart. It is a mere 3 inches long, crafted from what looks like captured dragon’s honeycomb. Cells of shimmering gold are suspended in a deep, glossy black resin, forming an otherworldly grip. It feels less like something made and more like something harvested—perhaps from a petrified hive or an alchemist’s failed experiment in creating life. The contoured shape locks into your fingers as if it were bred for your grasp alone.

This is a Wyvern—small, sharp, and brimming with a dark, concentrated energy. It is a blade for precise, deadly work, a sting of beautiful, patterned steel.