Reflective Koi Greatsword Skin catches the lamplight the moment you lift it from the velvet cloth, as if a quiet pond had decided to appear in a forge. The blade is long, the edge a whisper-thin line of glass, while the body flows with a lacquered sheen that shifts with your stance. Along its length, koi scales ripple in emerald, teal, and copper, each scale a tiny mirror that returns a fragment of light you didn’t notice before. The fuller runs like a seam of water, and the guard curls into a koi’s tail fin, delicate but unmistakable. The pommel holds a pale orb, moon-bright and pale, that tugs at the room’s glow with your pulse. It is cool to the touch, and the texture seems to remember the current it once swam in. In its lore, this skin echoes the tale of a river carp that refused the ordinary path, leaping the cataract of every obstacle until it struck the heavens and became something more—a symbol of patience, transformation, and a fierce, quiet will. When you cradle the Reflective Koi, you carry that story in your hand, a reminder that light can become something else entirely if you follow the right current. The koi motif threads through faded shrines tucked away in forgotten markets, where traders speak softly of boats creaking on midnight tides and the blade’s glare calming a march into danger. It is not merely a weapon for show; it’s a story you borrow and tell against a battlefield’s roar. As a gameplay cosmetic, the skin does not alter stats or mechanics, yet it reframes perception. The reflective surface catches an opponent’s glance, drawing attention to the blade’s shimmer before choices are made, and it rewards those who time their parries to the cadence of the glint. In group play, a koi blade becomes a talisman, a visual beacon for focus amid the clash. Some players pair it with water-toned auras or with armor pieces that mirror the skin’s hues, so the team moves as one ripple across the field. Markets twist around such treasures, and in the bustle of the Saddlebag Exchange a hunter of goods will pin a price tag to the scabbard’s cloth: a neat bundle of gold with a few silver for good measure. It’s not merely numbers; it’s memory traded in the quiet corner of the market, where a buyer leans in and asks if the salt-wind stories are true and the seller nods, letting the sale seal the tale as firmly as the blade itself. When you sheath it, Reflective Koi does not vanish from memory; it lingers in the shine of your armor, in the hush of a friendly arena, and in the slow, patient arc of the blade as you move.