Once again, silence settled over the clearing.
All right…that was pretty good proof. No one could deny that. But…
Wasn't that a little much?! That was a little too theatrical, thank you very much! Jeez, did he have to swing around the sword and stab it right through his heart while grinning at them? This wasn't the climax of some theatrical tragedy! This wasn't a gore-dripping novel!
Abrial swallowed back some bile at the image of Shao Cheng pierced straight through with a sword. Wow…he was really angry about not being able to die, wasn't he? It was clear from how violently he'd sunk the sword into himself, like he hated how his own body healed itself automatically from any wound.
