บท 649: Vorpal Nova

Darkness.

That was all Atticus saw before it receded, leaving him standing at the edge of a familiar serene dojo.

'I have to be quick,' he thought. This was his only option given his current situation: entering the katana realm. He needed every thing he had for the fight that was to come.

Atticus's eyes landed on the figure seated in the middle of the dojo— a man with white hair, now aged considerably more than Atticus remembered.

"Ancestor Cedric?" Atticus's gaze narrowed as he began approaching the center of the dojo.

"The young monster," Cedric replied, flashing Atticus a warm smile, causing the latter's eyes to widen in surprise.

"What happened?" Atticus immediately asked. While Cedric had been old the last time they met, he hadn't been this frail and worn out.

Back then, his body had been filled with vigor and life, and Atticus could feel the power radiating off him.