The question made Emissary Exorus pause in his steps as he raised the katana to his chest.
"It's a weapon belonging to my Lord."
He replied.
"Forged from the essence of the God of Death and Destruction itself."
The words made White's casualness fully fade away, because right now, with all of his power, his instincts were screaming at him.
The moment his senses brushed against the blade, they met an existence so saturated with Death and Destruction that even his evolved soul instinctively recoiled.
It wasn't murderous intent, nor killing intent. It was something far older.
A law.
One that spoke a single decree:
The undeniable and absolute certainty that everything which existed... must one day perish.
Even his Infinity Energy, which usually flowed flawlessly throughout his body, hesitated for the briefest instant upon sensing the katana, stopping its flow and allowing the blade to cleave completely through his arm.
