章 338: Scythe (2)

Ashton's gaze was fixated on the scythe and the weird aura revolving around it. The weapon was... different, to say the least. But the moment Atlas called out the weapon, Ashton immediately realised, the source of the death wasn't Atlas, but the weapon he was storing within himself. 

[Ashton, I'm only going to say this once. Whatever happens, do not let that scythe hit you. I don't care whether you are a necromancer or not, just don't let it hit you.]

'I can feel the weapon is dangerous. But is there a need to-'

[Just listen to me once. I don't have a good feeling about it. If that weapon can kill so many Xyrans, you do not stand a chance against it.]

'Fine... you don't have to lose you shit like this.' Ashton replied while steadying Balmond, 'I wasn't planning on getting hit by Atlas or his weapon either way.'