Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The cloud rumbled and sent out a golden lightning that slithered through the air.

The presence of this threatening Angel power made the White Canzer break out of her stupor. Her eyes glimmered into one of fear as she immediately used her powers in the dream world to try and get out of this lightning.

Even though she could control everything in this dreamscape, she could not turn back time. The lightning was far too fast for her to move away from.

Atlan knew that the moment he was able to target the White Canzer, she had no way of dodging his attack.

But as he watched everything unfold from afar, he suddenly saw something incredulous.

The White Canzer glowed into a pink light as she used her powers.

Suddenly, her pink dress disappeared from her own body and reappeared a hundred meters away from her original location.

Atlan thought that this was a trick. He thought that she would somehow be able to move away from the lightning through her powers in the dreamscape.

But that did not happen. The golden lightning pierced through the White Canzer's body just as Atlan planned. Her white skin sizzled before turning into mere particles that disappeared into the air.

Just like that, the White Canzer died—at least, for a moment.

"...haha…hahahaha…I can revive for as long as I want in this dream…you cannot kill me, while I can kill you."

The White Canzer reappeared back from where she disappeared.

But instead of feeling despair like the White Canzer wanted him to, Atlan only felt confusion.

The White Canzer's actions were completely illogical.

When the golden lightning from his Cherubic Retribution LifeSkill was about to hit the White Canzer, he thought that she would try to get out of harm's way.

But she didn't do that. Inexplicably, she only sent out of her pink dress away from her and let her own body get blasted into smithereens.

It was as if the dress was even more important than her own body.

Atlan looked at the newly reincarnated White Canzer and observed that she was not wearing her pink dress.

He looked to the side and saw the original clothing still a hundred meters away from her.

Is there something special about that dress?

That was the only conclusion he could come up with. After all, the White Canzer wouldn't have done all that effort if it knew that it could have revived itself just a few seconds later. This only meant that the dress was not something that she could replicate or clone.

He kept his eyes on the dress sprawled on the ice.

He focused on it, trying to see if there was something special hidden within it. But since he was too far away, he couldn't see anything special.

He had to get closer and have it in his hands.

Unfortunately, the White Canzer noticed his burning gaze on her dress. She noticed it almost immediately because she was keeping an eye on the dress as well.

She thought that Atlan wouldn't notice it, but she seemed to have underestimated his intellect.
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The two of them made eye contact.

And without waiting for another second, the White Canzer immediately ran towards the dress hoping that she would be able to get it before he did. She didn't want anyone to get a hold of

that.

She made use of her control of the dreamscape and created a portal that directly led to the dress.

She stepped foot on the portal and was just one step away from the dress. All she had to do now was to bend down and take the dress into her hands.

But before she could, she suddenly felt something restrict her whole body.

There was some kind of black web that trapped her in place. Even worse was the fact that there were thorns and spikes all over the webbing, giving her cuts all over her blemish-free skin.

Just as she was about to get out of the web, it suddenly exploded into a fire.

This fire spread outwards, melting a bit of the glacier below them, and most importantly, it spread towards the dress and incinerated it into mere ashes.

The White Canzer had burns all over her skin, turning her beautiful body into something hideous. But she didn't care. The dress was far too important.

Underneath the ashes of the dress, there was something that shimmered below.

It was as small and could perfectly fit into the White Canzer's hands as if it was made specifically for her.

The White Canzer tried to reach for the object but was horrified to see Atlan's hands get to the object first.

Atlan wiped the ashes off the object. And as soon as he did, he saw his appearance reflected off the object.

Surprisingly, this strange object was a hand mirror.

It was something that a narcissistic, egoistic, and shallow being like the White Canzer would usually carry.

"Give that to me!" she said in a hurry.

But once she realized her angry tone, she quickly changed it into one of seduction.

"Hey, if you return that to me, I can do anything you want. As long as you give that back, we will no longer attack you. You know that I can make the Prince do anything, right? I can ask him to spare you and your team's life!"

Atlan looked at the hand mirror in his hands. It was made out of wood, with intricate golden lining and royal embellishments.

Even though it looked precious, it was not too important for the White Canzer to act like this.

There was something with the hand mirror. He was sure of it.

"Just give me the mirror and I'll make sure that no other Canzer will target you. Just give me that!"

Just then, Carmine's words came crashing back to Atlan's mind.

Just before he was transported to the dreamscape, Carmine told him something.

"...you'll have to find her weakness. It's something she treasures deeply and keeps to herself all the time—"

Atlan held the mirror in his hands.

Is this the White Canzer's weakness?