Chapter 839: A Sword

The group made their way back to the place where Slade had met his fate.

The stone chamber was pitch dark, void of any glimmer of light. They shone their flashlights around and spotted a short sword at the spot where Slade had lain.

It was difficult to call it a sword.

Bai Youwei even doubted whether it had been pryed directly from the mural, because it looked just as abstract! The blackish iron object had been rudely fashioned into the semblance of a sword, and it was extremely crude.

If they had searched their companions at the start, even if she had found it, Bai Youwei might not have recognized it as a sword; it resembled a poorly crafted cross more than anything.

Asarina picked up the sword from the ground and looked around.

No sign of Slade.

He had already been devoured to the extent that not a bone remained, his hair and clothes entirely erased by the stone chamber.

"To think that the sword we've been searching for so long would be here..."