The powerful sound of rivers crashing against each other resounded like a tide and the platform under Aaron's feet sank deep into the river of Miasma.
Aaron saw how empty the platform was.
Not just that, the whirlpool seem to rise and fall for some reason unknown to him. The demon of dread had brought him here on a whim.
He had placed Aaron on a test of two weeks with threat to mark him as fated and rid him of the Pupilless Saber if he fails.
But knowing Aaron and how stubborn he is, even if he fails, not even the demon of dread would be able to snatch the Pupilless Saber away from him.
First of all, the skill had transcended beyond what the demon of dread had given to him. The deity would feel too bad taking back something that he had not actually transformed himself.
Aaron had faith in that logic... and that logic led to a profound belief.