Chapter 32 Wind Roar.
As the last fragments of his consciousness slipped away, a sudden jolt bolted through his mind, burning every last ember of energy within him. His vision darkened, and all thoughts ceased to exist as he could only see another flash of glimpse of memory.
'I'm sorry, Jin...' the voice echoed from his mind was soft yet heavy with sorrow. It wrapped around him like fading warmth, soothing his heart yet cruelly distant.
Jin's face frowned as he couldn't recall or even grasp the picture clearly; only the voice and its shadow remained. The voice pushed his ego aside, and once the slumbering power inside him heard that, it rose from the abyss.
[Mind Sword activated]
The two enemies who strangled Jin froze their actions, paralyzed by a terrifying power that halted even the world itself; a thin, luminous line sliced through the battlefield, stretching endlessly and dividing the world.
Moments lapse eternally as the two of them find their vision split into two halves of reality that shake them to the core.
It was a mind-boggling experience as they saw the world, the atmosphere being cut in a clear, straight line. A terrible chill ran down their bodies, choked them, and made them retreat further back.
As they distanced themselves, the heavy pressure that shredded their flesh into pieces retained its greatness when they saw the black-haired boy stand up. His body was in tatters, charred skin and tearing muscles.
Pain lashed into his being with each breath he took. It sent agony throughout his burned nerves. However, Jin remained standing, eyes locked into the emptiness ahead, seeking something beyond this battlefield.
'What is happening?'. When the robbed man noticed the changing demeanour of the boy, he breathed out the cold air in his lungs. He has never felt this threatened in his entire life, not even when he met his superior, who boasted an overwhelming power.
The wolf couldn't stop growling while the tension in the field rose. His fur stood to no end, wary, and he felt a bit threatened by the boy's presence, which it had toyed with earlier. Its pride as the Terror-rank monster pushed its instinct back and swallowed its ego.