A Weapon And The Silver Lion’s Fang

"Haaaah Iced coffee is the best!" My mana and aura had finally recovered and I was resting at the cafe with Cedric.

"What did you feel facing a Saint?" Cedric asked with an intrigued expression.

"I felt nothing, my aura and my mans instantly dispersed into nothingness, and my lifespan began to be depleted just from a single look, the feeling of powerlessness was so strong it left my eyes numb and my spine weak. I became prey before I even knew it," I slowly explained with a sigh.

"That sounds insane, power granted by a god is truly amazing!"

I noticed something wrong with Cedric.

"You look really tired, Cedric, did you stay up late training?" I asked with concern.

"No, I couldn't sleep even after I was done with training,"

His expression looked truly depressed.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"I…I haven't been able to sleep ever since you told me about the man with the golden eyes, I've been having these nightmares of…my mother,"