Chapter 41: The Fallen Star (Part 1)
As soon as Azrael’s hand touched the black greatsword, it trembled slightly, as if it were excited.
Silas and Ashara exchanged a glance, and a hopeful glint flashed in their eyes.
’Maybe this time... he can really form a contract with it.’ Both of them had the same thought.
Azrael also clearly felt the sword’s excitement. Despite sensing its anticipation, he didn’t stop and began pouring his spiritual energy into it.
The moment his spiritual energy made contact with the sword, a strange pulling force erupted from it—and in the next instant, his consciousness was yanked into a different space.
Silas and Ashara, who were watching closely had a visible change in their expressions. Ashara was about to rush forward to check on Azrael, but Silas quickly stopped her.
"Don’t worry. It might be one of those Soul Armaments that test their users before forming a contract."
"You mean...?" Ashara’s eyes widened with understanding.
"Yes," Silas nodded and looked at Azrael, whose body stood still with vacant eyes. "He is currently going through a trial."
Once his consciousness was pulled in, Azrael found himself standing in a vast white space that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions.
He frowned and looked at his body, noticing that it appeared slightly transparent—like it wasn’t his real body.
"What’s going on?" He muttered, glancing around. But other than the endless white void, there was nothing in sight.