"W-What do you mean? Kill me? Nolan Lorian, have you lost your mind?" Aldrian asked, his voice trembling.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Nolan pointed at his own face.
Aldrian was left speechless. Nolan didn't look like he was joking at all. That meant he was serious.
"Hurry up and tell me. Otherwise…"
Nolan grinned, then pulled out a dagger that seemed to appear out of nowhere, twirling it casually.
Aldrian's eyes widened as an overwhelming sense of fear washed over him.
He knew Nolan wasn't messing around this time.
Gritting his teeth, Aldrian shouted, "Hurry up and come out and save me, Void Reaver Disc!"
"Tsk... You're truly pathetic, Aldrian. I don't know whether choosing you was a mistake."
A voice as soft as silk echoed from all directions. Suddenly, a ray of black light burst from Aldrian's forehead.
The light hovered in front of him before transforming into a disc with a handle at its center.
