Chapter 367: Loren's Birthday Gift
Facing Anna's attack, Phoris neither dodged nor avoided. An extra hand suddenly grew from her back, holding an identical kitchen knife. She intended to use this method to block Anna's blade.
However, she clearly underestimated Anna's strength when enraged. A witch's power is quite subjective; when emotions become extreme, a witch's strength multiplies exponentially.
That ordinary enchanted longsword directly cleaved through Phoris's kitchen knife, its momentum not diminishing in the slightest. In one breath, it severed Phoris's newly grown arm and her spine.
Yet Phoris seemed as if she had activated a data-ification mode. Even with her spine severed, it didn't affect her movements at all. Moreover, no blood flowed from the wound. Through the gash, one could see that beneath her skin wasn't flesh and blood, but an indescribable, unknown substance.
Glitched data. That was the only way Loren could describe it.
Phoris used the force of Loren's slash to retreat, successfully putting distance between them. Loren wasn't in a hurry to pursue, instead beginning verbal interference:
"This ability to materialize things out of thin air is the God of Dreams' authority, right? Have you accepted your identity already?
"You're just an ordinary Dreamwalker, no different from those Divine Envoys who die so easily."
"I am actually the Brave One summoned by the goddess, and you are this world's final BOSS, even raising a bunch of minor BOSSes. Now, before you all fully develop, I'm going to eradicate you root and branch."