'I can already see it—him, ending his own life in despair, only for me to capture his soul and torture it at my leisure. That would be the most perfect revenge on this War Slave who dared to humiliate me!'
However, the scene that unfolded the next moment caused Muriyas's gleeful, wild laughter to freeze on his face.
The Dark Gold Flying Sword shooting toward Murphy did not pierce its master's body as he had expected.
There was no spray of blood, no explosion.
The Flying Sword phased into Murphy's chest without any resistance.
Then, an even more incredible change occurred.
Murphy's seated form suddenly blurred and dematerialized, his entire being seeming to dissolve into a flowing mass of light and shadow.
The Flying Sword completely dissolved within this mass of light, merging with it perfectly.
The next moment, the light and shadow rapidly contracted and condensed!
The light dissipated.
Where he had been, the wheelchair was empty.
