The sky quickly brightened.
That day, Lasha did not appear in Shane's room to assist him with washing and dressing.
The reason was simple; Shane hadn't slept all night, standing by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
Lasha had actually come by, but upon seeing Shane in this state, she immediately paused and quietly retreated.
Shane stood by the window, contemplating throughout the night.
Unfortunately, even though his thoughts became somewhat clearer, his emotions were still chaotic.
It wasn't until dawn was breaking that Shane suddenly raised his hand and flipped it sharply.
"Clang!"
A dazzling brilliance instantly appeared, illuminating the entire room.
The Holy Sword, emanating a rich holy wave, appeared in Shane's hand and was gripped by him.
Yes.
Shane had drawn his Holy Sword.
He had voluntarily halted the transformation of transcendence and couldn't help but retrieve his Holy Sword from within himself.
There was no other way.
