End of Adventure

The Emperor slowly turned around to look in the direction of where the voice had come from.

There, on one of the broken crystals that were on the ground, he saw a man sitting on it. The man looked older, in his early 30s, but quite handsome.

He wore weird clothes that the Emperor hadn't seen before. But all of that was sidelined in the Emperor's focus when he saw that sword in his hand.

"Who are you?" the Emperor asked. "Put that sword down. It's mine."

Ning grinned from ear to ear, before looking down on the sword in his hand. "Goddamn, it really is so heavy," he said, moving the sword around a bit. "I've never used something so heavy before."

He looked below him at the crystal that he sat on that seemed perfectly fine. "It's heavy for me, but the weight isn't real, huh?" he spoke. "That's quite fascinating. Should I bond with it?"