San Zhe squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to descend with closed eyes.
He felt a small incision on the curve of his neck.
San Zhe took a deep breath, holding back tears.
The wait on him suddenly disappeared and the pain in his neck decreased.
San Zhe blinked open his eyes to find the seductive woman standing at the far end of the room. Her shoulder was pierced by a lone red blade that had intricate designs carved on it.
Even though he had seen the sword many times before, this was the first time that he was finding it as beautiful as he did today. Its etchings were beautiful, its colouring was extraordinary. It looked like a God Weapon. No. It was a God Weapon.
San Zhe's eyes travelled towards the door of the room.
