Mind still awed by the brief glimpse of the assassination arts power, John stabilized himself within the explosion. It faded away after a short moment, returning the now-charred battlefield to its relative calm. Having been thrown a good distance away from his initial position, he flew back towards the spot of the attack, and landed near the corpse of the Devil that had been used as a target.
That corpse was now half a corpse, with only its legs and lower waist still visible. The top half had been cleanly sliced in half, and then blown away by the explosion that had followed. John stared at the severed corpse, then reached out and touched it.
It felt as hard as the most durable metals he had ever touched. Lightning flickered onto his hand as he tried to damage it, but to no avail. It resisted taking any damage at all, and yet had been sliced cleanly in half by the Prime Shadow.
