To many who wield throwing knives, the knives themselves are much of a muchness,it's the skill of the user that makes the difference.
Walker had always believed this too.
With the secret technique of Celestial Blade Art, even a wooden throwing knife could be lethal.
But when he threw this particular knife, it vanished, and the space ahead was violently torn apart, causing the world directly in front of them to collapse.
"Holy shit!?"
Walker's mouth hung open, his face a picture of stupefaction as he stared ahead. After a few seconds, he hurriedly controlled the knife, pulling it back to him.
The space in front quickly healed, but a deep, bottomless chasm had formed where streets and houses had once been, all now turned to nothingness.
"Where did you find this?" Walker held the knife, his eyes wide as saucers, staring intently at William.
