When Nero opened his eyes again, he found himself lying amidst the dust and the rubble.
The world had become still once again.
It was silent. It was peaceful.
But there was also something else.
He sat up.
All around him were smoldering piles of rubble.
The Four Stone Demons were dead.
He could faintly remember what had happened, but not by much.
After taking the Essence Pills, his mind must have gone into shock, this rendering him partially unconscious whilst it repaired itself.
In doing so, however, something else has taken over his mind.
'No. It was less of something and more of a foreign will.'
He glanced to his side.
The last glows were already fading from what he suspected to the culprit.
The spear that had once belonged to a god— Gungnir.
He was still for a moment. Then he stretched out his hand.
That feeling of resonance returned.
The body of the spear trembled and hummed. Then it shot precisely into his grip.
Nero raised a brow in shock,
