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.
