Noan stopped and made his way toward the spot where the light had flashed.
In truth, it wasn't actually emitting light—it simply reflected the glow of his 'Hellfire', making it look as if it were shining.
Noan saw that it was a broken sword lodged in the skull of a monster—though he couldn't even identify what kind of creature it had been.
The sword had snapped in two, one part embedded in the monster's spine, the other stuck in its skull.
The blade was badly damaged, the edge cracked as if on the verge of shattering, yet it was still so sharp that it reflected the light of 'Hellfire'.
As Noan approached the sword, he instantly felt an overwhelming pressure weighing down on his back.
"What terrifying pressure," Noan muttered, stopping in his tracks, not daring to get any closer. "No, it's not just pressure—it's also killing intent and resentment, all fused into a kind of negative energy that blankets this whole area."
