Amon returned to the outside world. He stored the prison box before going to where Yun Chao's bones were scattered. He swept the bones aside and crouched beside the broken sword.
"The Light of Justice," Amon muttered. Aside from its strong aura, he also sensed rich light elements from the sword. He grabbed the hilt.
'Heavy,' Amon thought as he lifted the broken sword. He touched the blade, and it easily sliced through his skin, drawing blood.
"Still sharp," Amon remarked.
The materials that composed this sword were extremely hardy. Its engraving was also incredibly complex. Amon had never seen engravings such as those on this sword. Even after such a long time had passed, and even with clear visible damage, its aura was still very strong. The force needed to break this sword when it was at its peak must be immense.
