Chapter 322: Glass
For a split instant, Arwin stared in shock. His blood pounded in his ears and goosebumps gripped the back of his neck like a skeletal hand. Twelve was dead. There was no way that the assassin could have survived their attack. He’d watched the man die himself.
Then the panic faltered in the face of realization.
This was a vision.
It was no different than any of the other visions he’d had. Twelve was still dead. Arwin was just seeing the remnants of who he was… but if it was a vision, then the order was all wrong.
The visions came when he was connecting with a material in order to forge it into something. Arwin hadn’t tried to craft anything yet, and even if he had, he most certainly wasn’t working with any pieces of Twelve’s dead body. There were certain lines he wasn’t looking to cross quite yet, and he wasn’t desperate enough to be making equipment out of the corpse of a dead human enemy.
This makes no sense. Why am I seeing Twelve? He shouldn’t be here unless the Mesh is trying to show me something, but I don’t know why it would do that either. Is it trying to let me learn techniques or something by fighting him? That feels like a reward that a combat class would get rather than a —
Arwin froze as a thought slammed into his skull like a hammer.
A vision only comes when I’m working with something that used to be part of someone. The only thing I ate was the sword.
“The fucking sword is part of you?” Arwin demanded, his eyes going wide.