It was over.
Li Aozi raised the Abyssal Red Blade in his hand. This weapon was, in a sense, the last trace that Li Deweidens left in the world.
The Sword of Destiny Awakening was buried beneath the snow, sinking into a deep slumber, probably not to awaken for decades.
For Zaniya, it seemed somewhat pitiable—having just emerged from loneliness not long ago, only to fall back into a solitary silence once more.
He ascended to the summit of the snow-capped mountain, calling upon the natural elements to bring him a bouquet of flowers, which he gently placed in front of the sword blade.
"Rest well for a while, Zaniya. You've had a hard time recently."
Being unable to use Zaniya for the foreseeable future indeed reduced his strength significantly.
