Milliseconds later, both figures appeared, one where the other had been, back-to-back.
Zhan smiled... but his smile suddenly broke.
Not because he felt sad... but literally.
His face was split in half. So were his arms. His sword. His chest. His abdomen. His legs...
Zhan was split into 21 pieces and fell to the ground.
Maverick didn't react. His daggers remained in his hand; he didn't put them away. He simply whispered, "A Thousand Nights."
Revealing the name of his ability, the one that had taken him to the top of the world. Of his world.
Now "A Thousand Nights" had a new victim...
'I've grown,' he thought, looking back in time.
Who would have thought that he would ever be above the Cursed Face, Zhan? And with terrifying ease... he really had grown up.
"A Thousand Nights, huh. That's a curious name for that skill." A voice echoed behind Maverick, making his hair stand on end.
