The Forsaken Land of the Gods did not mark the years. As lightning once again grew dense, its silvery brilliance made the darkness recoil slightly, and the City of Silver, shrouded in dim yellow light, slowly came alive as well.
Derrick climbed out of bed and habitually reached for the greatsword beside him. Ever since he had triggered its side effect after being disarmed by a Dawn Knight, he had gained a deeper understanding of this sword's Rebellious Curse.
After confirming that the Rebel Blade was beside him, Derrick relaxed slightly. He checked the candles in the room, then began putting on his equipment.
He had not taken on an exploration mission today and had planned to continue practicing at the training grounds. But the instant he pushed open his door, a powerful, impossible-to-ignore sound exploded beside his ears.
It was not a sound wave produced by vibrations in the usual sense, nor was it some form of mental communication. It was something closer to a sensation.
He clearly saw nothing and heard nothing, yet Derrick seemed to hear a pained groan. The moment he understood that sensation, intense pain burst from his chest.
It was not just Derrick. Across the entire City of Silver, throughout the entire strange land, whether human or Monster, as long as they still possessed the concept of "pain," they felt agonizing pain in that instant.
And because of the Rebel Blade's side effect, the pain Derrick endured doubled!
The pain of skin being forcibly torn open, muscles ripped apart, and bones snapped made Derrick's body shudder violently. Even though the pain came and went quickly, the lingering phantom pain still left him shaken.
"What was that just now?" Derrick blankly reached up to touch his left ribs, as if pain still lingered there. Just