The sensation of that last thrust still replayed in his mind.
The moment the spear tip pierced the void, his Spirit interfered with all its might, and the Order in that area instantly fell into Chaos. Although it lasted for less than a second, the effect was undeniably real.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the long spear in his hand. It was still the same weapon—a pitch-black shaft with a razor-sharp tip, identical to before. But in his eyes, it was entirely different now. It could bear the Power of Order. It could become the vessel through which he would Break that Order.
This was only the beginning. He needed to lock onto this sensation; he needed to make this method of attack controllable, repeatable, and capable of being strengthened.
