The path was littered with debris.
Broken stone. Shattered crystals. Discarded weapons,, swords without owners, axes without hands, spears without warriors. The aftermath of Quick Collider's rampage and the monster's destruction lay scattered across the winding path like a graveyard of steel.
Suho walked through it.
His hands were empty.
His sword was gone, shattered into pieces, scattered across the arena floor. One shard had cut his cheek. Another was embedded in his thigh. He had pulled it out. The wound was still bleeding.
He needed a weapon.
He searched the ground.
A broken sword, blade snapped in half. Useless.
A chipped axe, the edge was dull, the handle cracked. Not worth carrying.
A spear with a bent tip, it would break on the first strike.
Nothing.
Nothing usable.
Nothing worthy.
He kept walking.
The weapon was half-buried under rubble.
