Illumina flew the flying ship, heading straight towards the Whispering Wildlands' central region.
Meanwhile, Davis sat inside a cabin and took out Yama.
He flung Yama around before looking at the curved black-white blade with appreciation for the fine craft. He glanced at the deeply curved blade on the other side of the rod, which had a similar composition but was smaller than the main blade. These two blades were molded at the tip of a white rod curled with a snake-like coil. The rod was an amalgamation of three different refined ores. It worked as the foundation for the armament to improve on its own.
"Yama, you still there?" Davis asked as he shook the scythe.
"Master, I need to play dead in order to comprehend my Phyletic Law like you."
"I see. Keep it up."
Davis nodded and placed the fine scythe in front of him.
Yama wasn't joking. It was indeed trying to comprehend Scythe Laws.
