Everybody after hearing the loud sound like the ring of a bell, was expecting Chiron to be flung away, just like the others were, but to their surprise, it did not happen.
Cablen had already even concluded that Chiron was done for, but the embarrassing recoil did not happen.
The thing was that the recoil from hitting the boulder was not strong enough to throw Chiron and his one-ton sword away.
And then Chiron whispered in a low inaudible tone, "Devil's touch, I permit it. You may drink a little of my blood."
And then it happened. One of the Runes on the body of the sword glowed sharply, and Chiron's blood flowed into the sword. The sharp cutting side of the blade suddenly turned crimson.
And just like one would imagine a Hot knife cutting through butter, Devil's touch separated the boulder into two equal parts.
*SILENCE!!!*
Total Silence.
No one said a thing. No! The truth was that no one could say a thing.
