"I am fine. It has not harmed me."
"What is the meaning of this…?"
Aiden gritted his teeth.
With each inhalation, the energy in her core surged through her Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Her energy flowed through her delicate arms, wrists, and fingers—
Filling her Falling Blossom Sword to the brim.
As her dark blade pulsed with energy, a dazzling, multicolored light shimmered across its surface.
There was no point in speaking.
That corpse was incapable of conversation.
Leaving it to wander was far too dangerous.
And she knew why it was here.
The Cult Leader wanted to test her.
The very idea disgusted her.
But more importantly—
This was a corpse that needed to be laid to rest.
If they did not stop it now…
It would only rise again.
And again.
"…No words are needed."
Vera muttered under her breath.
At that moment—
Her Falling Blossom Sword, wrapped in Sword energy, clashed against the blade in Aetheris's lifeless grip.
