The group left the other side of Lehainjar with everything in it completely erased. During the fight, Eugene had been worried that the whole dimension might just collapse… but fortunately enough, that didn’t happen.11

The other side of Lehainjar had only ever been used as a trash can for the corpses of the Nur for the past three hundred years, as that was the purpose that Vermouth had created it for in the first place. There was no way that that thorough bastard would have made such shoddy work of it that the dimension would collapse from something like a fight.7

Although they had now crossed back from the other side, Molon still hadn’t put down his beloved axe. While holding the axe in both hands, Molon was staring blankly at the cleanly sliced-off end of the axe blade.0

Seeing Molon standing there, looking so lost in thought, Eugene felt apologetic for some reason and said, “That’s… should I have at least left it partially attached? Maybe that way, you would have been able to reattach it somehow.”1

Molon had said that that axe was no different from himself. Now that the tip of the axe had been sliced off, Eugene felt that Molon might be in shock. On top of that, the moment the sliced-off piece was separated from the blade, it had been swept up by the force of the Empty Sword and completely destroyed without leaving behind even a single grain of dust.3

“No… it’s fine,” Molon slowly responded. “Even if you had left the piece attached, I don’t think I would have stuck it back on.” Even with his eyes seemingly lost in thought, Molon was able to respond calmly.0

And he wasn’t forcing himself to say this either. Although it was true that this was the axe that he had cherished like a second self for the past three hundred years, the fact that it was broken in battle, and in a battle against Hamel at that, gave Molon no reason to feel sorrowful.2

Just like how a warrior’s dream was to die on the battlefield without any regrets, the same went for their weapons. Moreover, it wasn’t like it had been completely shattered. Only the tip had been sliced off, hadn’t it? With the axe blade being so immensely large, if only that much portion was lost, continuing to wield it was absolutely no problem.1

“Really? Are you sure? Then what’s...2