Chapter 272: When Flowers Bloom Into Death
As I sat there, my mind drifted back to the fight with the Phantom.
The moment I activated Node 3, my body surged with power—more than 500 points added across my stats. That was massive. Honestly, if the Phantom had been made of flesh and bone instead of mist, I would’ve torn it apart, limb from limb, without a second thought.
But as I replayed the fight in my head, something stood out—a problem I hadn’t noticed in the heat of battle.
The real issue with fighting the soul of a Phantom wasn’t just its strength. It was what happened after its body dispersed. Once it broke apart into mist, it became harder to damage, to pin down. I couldn’t finish it off properly unless I stopped it from escaping or reforming.
That weakness stuck with me. But I already had an idea.
I remembered how Azalea fought. Specifically, the way she used her glowing pollen. She’d scattered it through the air, and when the Phantom moved, the pollen exploded around it. It was clever—fast, efficient, and hard to avoid.
I didn’t need pollen, though.
I had something better—Essence.
And I already had the base of the technique I needed: [Space Lock].
That skill could seal a limited space around a target. If I expanded on it—if I modified it into something more destructive—I could trap the Phantom in a sealed zone, then bombard it with pure Essence from all directions.
No mist would escape. No reforming. Just destruction, total and complete.