Silence.
That was it.
There were no sounds other than the crackling sound of dying, falling trees that failed to hold onto its life for more than a few hours.
Strange.
I was sure I heard my rifle went off, and I even heard the sound of air splitting when Ioriel swung his sword.
And yet, how could the both of us be uninjured?
"My, my, how energetic~"
General Zhang's deep, husky voice made me turn my head to my left, where I saw him trotting slowly over here.
"What did you do?" The elf prince growled, and extended his arm towards the smiling white-haired man.
It was then that I noticed his sword was gone. He tried to materialize the sword back again, but for some reason, the glowy green smoke just swirled around for a few seconds, before finally diminishing into nothing. Not even a speck of dust.
