"I will never agree to it."
The setting sun was about to fall, and darkness was returning to the earth, yet she no longer had the strength to stand.
Miss Ke was not sad.
"It's okay."
She wanted to smile, but she could no longer manage one.
"When night falls, I'll still die by your hands. It's just that dying as a monster would be a little... unwilling."
"Tell me, am I still human?"
Miss Ke asked, but Zhao Bai gave no answer.
She closed her eyes.
Dense Honkai energy fluctuations brewed within her. A scythe appeared in her hand, her hooded shirt burned away in tatters, and she rose to her feet, her long legs bending slightly.
As night descended, she awakened.
But she was no longer the person she had been before falling asleep.
Boom!
The scythe sliced through the wind with a mournful howl. Zhao Bai raised Nuoyada of the Broken Light before his face, receiving the powerful slash.
The instant their weapons clashed, the scythe shattered.
Zhao Bai was furious.
It was not anger directed at anyone, but anger toward that elusive existence—the Honkai will. What he hated was Honkai itself.
He would be happy for others' happiness and grieve for others' sorrow.
That was how Theresa had described Zhao Bai.
And now, Zhao Bai possessed only endless fury. His fists clenched as Nuoyada of the Broken Light crossed the barrier of transcendence almost instantly, becoming a legendary weapon.
Nuoyada of the Radiant Light.
Though only two words differed, they were entirely different weapons.
Its once pitch-black, heavy casing became sharp and protruding like thorns. The entire gauntlet was no longer a restrained, rhythmic thunderclap, but a frenzied thunderstorm.
The pressure alone sent Miss Ke, who was swinging her scythe down at him, flying.
"Hah—"