Swoosh!!
The dreamscape shuddered violently, riddled with gaping holes. Gigantic rifts tore across the air and ground. The entire realm was on the verge of collapse. At most, it would last another minute.
Ohm!!
Yin's senses sharpened. He snapped his head toward the disturbance and froze. Souta was standing, bloodied yet unbroken, with his hand buried deep inside his own chest.
Yin narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to do?"
Souta smiled, crimson dripping from the corner of his lips. "Desolation Shifting Slime… You can copy your target's appearance, strengthening yourself against their attacks the longer you face them."
He inhaled sharply, then pulled his hand free from his chest. In his grasp was his own beating heart. Without hesitation, he crushed it into a pile of blood that splattered in his palm.
