Seeing his brother stand at the opposite side with the same star-blade he had used to torture him, the younger Ivan would have been petrified, hesitant, undeniably frightened by the sight of it, but presently, a slow tenacious smile curved Ivan's lips as he merely walked to where the star-blade was stuck, only to pull it out from the wall without minding the sharp edges.
His body had become numb to physical pain.
