The haft was obsidian, yes—but veined with silver frost that never melted. The tip wasn't sharp in the conventional sense. Touch it, and you didn't bleed; your skin simply forgot it was warm. Your nerve endings went to sleep.
And travelers passing that spot would sometimes stop, touch the spear’s haft, and feel, for just a moment, the deep peace of a starless winter night. coolspear
That’s the coolspear.
The first Wyrm lunged, mouth a furnace. Kaelen didn't dodge. He presented the coolspear. The haft was obsidian, yes—but veined with silver
But Kaelen had seen the Ash-Wyrms —serpents of cinder and rage that no steel could touch because steel became slag before it reached their hearts. So he walked into the Caldera alone. The haft was obsidian