Shang took a deep breath and walked over to the table.
Then, he pulled down the upper part of his uniform and lay down on the icy table.
From the table, Shang saw the Dean walk over to the thing lying in the room. Shang wasn't entirely sure how the thing had suddenly lost consciousness again, but this had probably been Duke Whirlwind's work.
The Dean put the thing onto the table beside Shang. The table was easily big enough.
"Keep it unconscious," the Dean said.
"No worries," Duke Whirlwind answered from the side.
From now on, Shang couldn't see the Dean anymore since he was lying face-down on the table.
"I will create the cut now. Are you prepared, Shang?" the Dean asked.
"Go ahead," Shang said.
Meanwhile, Shang took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.
Shang didn't see it, but the Dean took out a shining black knife, which seemed to be made of something like obsidian.
