บท 869: ALL THREE (3)

Azief had become the saber, the World Cleaving Saber. 

He, at that moment, understood a bit about the words 'The Sky as Chessboard, The Stars Are It Pieces, Gods Do Not Care About Mortal Live, Carefree Roaming the Universe. Cut Apart Worldly Concerns'

Whether his understanding is the same as Azul understanding did not matter. What matters is his understanding.

A thousand roads leading to one destination. What matter which road he takes if the destination is the same?

He knows it. But he did not understand it. Knowing it and understanding it, is like sayings something based on theory versus saying something based on experience.

The feeling would be different so would be the wisdom behind the words

Azief in that two seconds regain back his hand, regenerate back his wounds and then he stops.

 The suddenness of his sudden stopping in the air breaks the sky behind him, creating wrinkled space distortion that is on the verge of breaking.