Chapter 88: Death of Dreamware..
Cassian looked at the place where the illusion of Prince Dorian had disappeared into dark smoke.
Cassian clenched his sword and started searching for the original dreamware; the illusion of Prince Dorian was just a part of the monster.
The monster would be seriously injured as Cassian had thrust the sword in his heart, which would have made him weak; that’s why all the threads binding it to its victim have collapsed.
The monster had to die. If he left it alive, it would recover and prey on others again.
Cassian’s gaze scanned the trees as he walked through the forest. He knew the monster had not fled far. A Dreamweaver monster was typically a slow monster, and now it was injured, so the chances of its escaping were slim to none.
After searching around for a short period, Cassian heard a faint rustling. He turned sharply and narrowed his eyes. Behind a cluster of twisted roots and thick vegetation, an unsightly figure was crouching in fear.
It was small, barely reaching Cassian’s waist. Its body was shriveled and wrinkled like old parchment. Its skin jiggled with every slight movement.
The creature’s form resembled that of an ancient crone; its body was twisted and horrifying. Its wide and hollow eyes glared at Cassian with pure hatred.
The monster shrieked with his sharp voice. "You found me," it screeched. It clutched its wounded chest as black ichor oozed from the gaping injury. "How dare you, human. How dare you disrupt my plans!
Cassian smirked and held his sword steady. The blade glinted faintly under the dim light that filtered through the trees. He stepped closer with cold amusement written on his face.
"You should have thought before trapping me in illusion," he said with disgust. His voice was low and dangerous. "Pretending to be him. Did you really think I would fall for such a pitiful trick?"