As Godwyn helped Zhao Si walk, Fia looked curiously at Zhao Si's eyes.
Fia asked, "Can you not see anything at all?"
"Yes. Everything is pitch-black," Zhao Si said, using the Serpent Spear as a walking stick as he tried to adjust to being blind as best he could.
Strangely, although he had lost his sight, he could sense every blade of grass and every tree around him. It made him more perceptive.
It was like the outlines of objects sketched in the darkness.
Perhaps this was how Malenia perceived the world, too.
As far as Zhao Si knew, everyone who practiced the Flowing Sword other than himself was blind.
The Flowing Water Swordsman, who could be called its founding master, was also blind.
This sword style had been passed down from him and taught to Malenia, while Zhao Si had come with it in his combat memories.
The Tarnished all seemed to have no roots, with no way to dig into their origins.
Probably no one could tell Zhao Si why he had a connection to the Flowing Water Swordsman.
Not even Helena.
Now Zhao Si had found himself blind, too. He really did fit the Flowing Sword now.
It could hardly have been more fitting.
Fia looked at Zhao Si's eyes. "May I examine them?"
"Sure." Zhao Si stopped, and Godwyn stopped beside him.
Standing in front of Zhao Si, Fia used her fingers to pull his upper and lower eyelids apart and examined his eyeballs closely.
"Did you see anything unusual before the problem appeared?" Fia asked as she examined him.
Godwyn said, "He saw blood on the Giant King, but I didn't notice any. You were outside the battle. Did you see any blood?"
"No, I didn't," Fia answered after a moment's thought.
"But that does