Chapter 47: One Week

Damian blanked out for a moment, before he erupted into a rapturous laughter.

To think there would come a day he would find his own strength terrifying? It was his own strength, his own Talents, why should he be terrified of it?

Damian shook his head before he willed his Sabre Edict into life, and almost instantly, a slicing sound followed up.

The lad resumed his walk out of the room, acting as though nothing had happened. Just few meters to his back however, in the spot his leg had been stuck in previously, a hole was now in replacement.

What was especially fascinating about this hole was that, its walls were smooth and perfectly circular as though a carver had taken their time to carve the smoothest and most perfect hole¹ in the world.

Clearly, Damian's control of his Sabre Edict had become so good, in spite of its berserk and frenzied nature, he could carve a smooth hole with no imperfection.