The silver trajectory pierced through the dew.
Fragments of the shattered dew scattered down over the sword light that cut through the falling tears. It was a landscape as beautiful as the Milky Way, the moment when the night sky descended upon the frozen garden of hell.
The woman’s body, which had been blankly staring at me, collapsed with a thud.
The droplet that hadn’t yet flowed rolled down her pale white cheek. Thud, my body toppled over in sync with the speed of the falling tear.
I didn’t even have the strength left to retract the sword.
My body was already in tatters as it was. Having pushed myself to the limit by even using ‘Blood Essence,’ it would be stranger if it hadn’t broken down.
My final slash, with all my remaining strength, didn’t reach the woman. No, to be a bit more precise, it would be more appropriate to say I hadn’t aimed for her.
Because from the beginning, my goal was singular.
Woooooo-!
The ‘Philosopher’s Stone,’ trapping hundreds, thousands of souls, wailed.
The monster in the form of a giant tree writhed as if it…