Chapter 231: The Dream Shear’s Other Abilities
The Dream Shear could not only separate objects, but also fuse them together!
Abyss barely had time to register this thought before bending backward, narrowly dodging the attack.
But Kohler wouldn’t stop there. He hovered above Abyss, his movements defying gravity, his attack shifting from a thrust to a downward slash, aiming to cleave Abyss’s head in two.
“It’s over!”
“Not yet!”
Abyss didn’t just wait to be bisected. He channeled his Dou Qi, his arms exploding with orange flames, pushing himself backward, his knees simultaneously extending two bone spikes that severed his own lower legs, allowing him to escape. Kohler’s attack missed his head, but sliced through his abdomen.
Abyss, propelled backward by his arms, quickly healed his injuries with magic. His severed legs regenerated, forming new bone prosthetics, and his bisected abdomen closed, his intestines escaping before the wound sealed.
“Not bad!” he exclaimed, praising Kohler’s attack.
Abyss’s clothes were torn, his body covered in blood, but Kohler knew he was still at his peak. Such injuries were insignificant to a powerful necromancer like Abyss.
“You reacted to that?” Kohler said, his voice filled with disbelief, as he watched Abyss stand up on his new bone legs, his flesh regenerating rapidly. “And you had the guts to sever your own legs. No wonder Master desires your fear so much. The fear of someone like you must be incredibly rare, its flavor exquisite.”
“I almost fell for your little trick,” Abyss said, smiling faintly. “If I had assumed your shears could only separate objects, my head would be in two pieces now.”
“Hmph, yes, the Dream Shear has many abilities. Can you counter them all?” Kohler sneered. “You’ve only discovered its ability to fuse objects. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
“It’s a fascinating artifact. I want it,” Abyss said, ignoring Kohler’s taunts. Kohler was trying to engage in a psychological battle, but Abyss wouldn’t play his game.
“Hmph, let’s see how many times you can rely on your quick thinking…” Kohler said, his voice laced with disdain.
Boom!
Before he could finish his sentence, as he was about to transform into mist, Abyss’s severed legs exploded!
Kohler, having never fought a necromancer before, hadn’t anticipated this. Sharp bone fragments, propelled by the blast, sliced through his limbs, severing them, including the hand holding the Dream Shear!
His severed hand flew through the air, and Kohler, finally feeling pain, cried out, falling to his knees.
“Aaaaaargh!”
“Give it to me!” Abyss shouted, using magic to pull the severed hand towards him.
“I am the wielder of the Dream Shear! You can’t have it!” Kohler roared, trying to reattach his severed hand.
Abyss felt a powerful force resisting his magic, preventing him from seizing the hand. Their powers clashed, a stalemate.
Kohler, his body trembling in agony, his severed hand spraying blood, unable to access the Lord of Nightmares’ power without the Dream Shear, desperately crawled towards his hand, trying to reach it.
Abyss wouldn’t let him succeed. He moved towards the floating hand as well.
But as he took a few steps, he sensed something shift, a change in the atmosphere.
“Hiss!”
His instincts screamed at him, a wave of danger washing over him, and he leaped aside just as a monstrous claw swiped at him, missing its target.
He looked around, his eyes widening in alarm. The dream realm was now filled with grotesque creatures, the debris, the shattered furniture, everything writhing and growing, transforming into monsters.
Regardless of their original forms, they all became viscous, black mud creatures, resembling the undeveloped Shadowlings he had encountered while purging the mutated apple trees.
They charged towards him. Abyss didn’t hesitate. He chanted a spell, his hand outstretched, and a barrage of bone spikes erupted from the ground, some impaling the Shadowlings, others flying towards Kohler.
Kohler, sensing the danger, abandoned his restraint, chanting a prayer in a strange tongue. His body transformed into black mist, vanishing.
Abyss refocused his attention on Kohler’s severed hand, but it was too late. A Shadowling had grabbed it, its grip tight around the Dream Shear. It swung the hand, a black rift appearing in the air, then closing instantly, swallowing both the hand and the artifact.
The darkness around Abyss vanished. The Lord of Nightmares’ domain was gone. His mind felt clear, as if he had awakened from a dream. He looked around, seeing the bustling streets of Shodo Town, its inhabitants oblivious to him and the ruined headquarters—he was back in the Shadow Realm.
“He tore through space and escaped. So that’s another ability of the Dream Shear… It’s a shame I couldn’t acquire it,” Abyss said, patting his tattered clothes, his smile returning. “But the outcome is still satisfactory.”
Kohler might have escaped, but the Lord of Nightmares, in his attempt to seize the initiative, had inadvertently revealed more of his secrets.
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