บท 188: CHAPTER 147: THE RIGHT PATH

Azief was floating, feeling his body weightless amidst the cold air he felt caressing his entire body.

The cold that caressing him was refreshing like the sweet air of summer. But he was not relaxed as he does not recognize this place.

After opening his eyes he saw himself in this weird area.

'What is this place?' he asked as he looked at the vast emptiness in front of him. He look at his hand and he was shocked to see his hand is there.

But he quickly calms himself down. Why was he shocked? Isn't it natural that his hand is there? Then pain assaulted him.

'Arghh' he screamed as memories flooded him.

Holding his head in anguished pain he slowly remembers what happen. He remembers when he unsheathes the Sixth Saber his hand dried up and burst into nothingness.

His physical body regarded as almost invincible could not stand the pressure of the price of using the sixth saber.

No wonder it is called World Extermination Saber.