'I see…'
Sylas hardly reacted to the appearance of the ghosts. Unlike the other challenges, he didn't seem all too eager to rush this one to a conclusion. That was because he could only think about one thing…
The zombie-men of the Grimblades.
Those heartless husks of men who walked around, simply doing everything they were ordered, without thought of pain or fear.
How could this still be a coincidence? From the very beginning, the secret of Blade Aura… no, the secret of the Grimblade had been right in front of him all along.
The ghost dove for Sylas, crashing into his forehead… only for it to scream out in pain and be shredded to pieces.
Sylas didn't even use the Grimblade; it was entirely unnecessary. These ghosts, or more accurately, Will Projections or Will Echoes, were far too pathetic to even put a dent into his Will.
'It should be possible to… perfect…'
