Chapter 206
"Finally, it's done," Oliver smiled slightly and whispered.
He glanced at the city far away and stretched out his hand, muttering a call. The world seemed to still as he whispered the name. The world around him seemed to pause, the air itself holding still as though bracing for what was about to emerge.
"[Neglegentis]"
In the next instant, a pulsing black sword suddenly emerged from the void into his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. The atmosphere crackled faintly, distorting around the sword's dark presence, as though space itself recoiled from its arrival. The air around it warped slightly, the weapon's presence disturbing the very space it occupied.
