Slash!
Golden blood flew through the darkness of the Sixth Layer as Void and the Quasi Rank 5 angel stood motionless.
Nameless seemed to have seen a delicious meal as the golden blood flew directly toward the sword, and Nameless devoured it.
The Quasi Rank 5 angel immediately felt intense pain. A thin wound had appeared across his chest.
It was small yet it showed no sign of healing after all, the wound was laced with the Authority of Fear.
"You…"
The Quasi Rank 5 angel froze, his eyes locking onto Nameless.
That sword was not simple.
On its own, it possessed tremendous power, and now that it had a Prototype of the Fitel inside it, it seemed to have transformed into a chaotic weapon—the bane of angels.
He could feel his body becoming heavier, as though a gigantic divine mountain was weighing down on him and slowing his bodily functions.
But worse than that…
There was a strand of fear inside him.
Fear of what that sword could do.
