With calm, steady nerves, he pried the blade free from the severed right arm's grasp. The metal gleamed ominously, as if sensing the shift in ownership.
A massive aura of destruction erupted from the blade the instant Aaron held it, engulfing him completely in a swirling vortex of annihilating energy.
The air shimmered with lethal intent, the force pressing against everything nearby.
Chen Wo smiled grimly, forcing himself to his feet despite his mutilated state, limping toward Aaron. He anticipated finding the corpse of the arrogant man who had orchestrated his downfall, victory snatched from defeat.
"Why are you smiling?" Aaron asked, emerging unscathed as the destruction aura dissipated harmlessly around him. The blade now rested docile in his hands, its once-ferocious energy subdued like a tamed beast.
"How—" Chen Wo's voice croaked, his eyes bulging wide in sheer disbelief, the word hanging unfinished in the air. His world tilted, the impossibility shattering his composure.
