CHAPTER 658
Thud!
The sound filled the air as the man fell heavily to the ground while the wind swords dissipated into nothingness.
Grey remained perfectly still, staring at the empty space ahead, refusing to move an inch.
His gaze was unwavering, fixed and cold.
'Strangely, I don't feel anything.' he mused inwardly as his hand crept slowly toward his chest while he surveyed the bodies strewn across the floor.
'I don't feel sadness for what I did, nor do I feel anger at myself. I am just… there. Hollow.'
Sigh!
He let it out softly as he slowly tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling above.
Through the mask, a single tear slid down his cheek, landing silently on the floor, yet he did not even notice it.
"I wonder," he muttered coldly, his voice barely audible, "is this what power and strength makes one feel like? It's as though I'm gradually losing what makes me human."
