Chapter 204: Swordsmanship

His now-demonic eyes were wide open, as if to devour everything at sight,

Yet,

It seemed lost and lifeless at the same time.

There read traces of maddened rage within his eyes.

A purgatory rage that had been gnawing at him from within.

Ken raised the manifested sword's grip over his head while the sword's tip aimed at the ground as he brought his other hand close to that manifested sword, a bit over the grip and traced it, as if unsheathing it.

SHINE.....

A glossy touch that shone to resemble an eerie white glow began to carve onto that pure black energy made sword.

His palm was grazed against, drawing darkened blood, yet he didn't seem to even notice it as he soon pointed that manifestation of a sword, at that personification of his.

He flicked his hand to get off most of that dripping blood while his firm sword radiated an indomitable pressure on its own.