Chapter 121: Chaser (2)
It was a transparent sword. Though not as solid and sharp as those crafted by Liam Moore, it was sufficient to kill that thing.
I vividly remember the sensation it created. The feeling of slicing through the tough yet soft outer shell, then the sticky liquid pouring out as it penetrated the soft inner flesh, and finally emerging from the shell again. The entire process was so clear that I could almost describe it. Even after it passed through my hand, the sensation lingered.
I exhaled. As soon as I opened my hand, the sword melted and vanished. Splat. The sound of the creature split in two, covered in some unknown liquid, hitting the study floor echoed.
At that moment, the pile of books twitched.
That’s right, Liam!
I rushed over and began digging through the scattered books. A faint coughing sound came from inside, then it went silent again. I was terrified he might pass out for good.
“Liam! Liam! Don’t fall asleep! Got it?”
I pushed aside the piled-up books, and a hand emerged. I grabbed it, and he gripped back with surprising strength. Then Liam Moore emerged as if rising from water.
“Ugh, ugh…”