Upon hearing Henry's words, Fatima hesitated before asking, "Are you certain this item can breach Andrew's defenses? I recall when Death handed it to us, he only mentioned that the metal fragment had the ability to communicate with the psychic realm."
Henry grinned, looking at Fatima with a playful expression, "I believe Death would have some preferential treatment for his semi-devotee."
In an instant, Henry tossed the inconspicuous metal fragment he held towards Andrew.
The fragment spun slowly in the air, its speed deceivingly leisurely, leading everyone to doubt such a tiny piece could penetrate Andrew's defenses.
However, the moment the fragment touched Andrew's wings, everything changed.
The unassuming piece of metal transformed into a razor-sharp blade, slicing through butter with ease.
It forcefully pierced through Andrew's body, falling to the ground behind him.
Pained, Andrew let out a howl, his prideful defenses weakening.
