Severing The Gods' Support
As for the scissors, it was so damn heavy to even drag it around in such a weakened state of mine. So I preferred to store it away and summon it later.
"Now it's your turn…" I looked at the pale faces out of fear of my boys. Of course seeing their boss harshly treating himself like that was frightening.
I knew if not for my rage earlier, I would never even consider doing this to myself. And right now even if I had all the rage in the world, I would never dare to repeat such an experience out of my pure will ever again!
I wasn't that masochistic kind of a guy anyway, perhaps that jumper might be someone like that.
"You… come one by one and stand in a long line," I pointed my glaive towards the Grounders army. After all, I had a weird thought that I wanted to test here.
If my scissors could absorb blessing points even from me, then those boys coming from another apocalypse could donate their points to my beloved scissors as well, right?