Bruce stared in shock at the sharp scalpel plunged into his chest. The protective armor he wore was like paper before the scalpel's edge, offering not the slightest protection.
Excruciating pain surged through his Mental World like a landslide and tsunami. His already unstable Mental World showed even clearer signs of impending collapse and destruction beneath that single cut.
Bruce felt as though Stephen's Scalpel had sliced through his soul as easily as butter. Even though he was accustomed to enduring pain, the tearing agony still made him groan involuntarily. In this world, all his concealment was meaningless.
Young Wayne screamed alongside Bruce. He shouted a furious, desperate "No!" before staggering to his knees. Though Stephen's Scalpel had cut into Bruce, it had also cut into Young Wayne, who was one with him, and in turn affected the stability of this Mental World.
"You madman! You'll get us killed!" Young Wayne raised his head, his youthful face twisted as he glared at Stephen, who remained intently focused on wielding his scalpel.
Red Death, The Merciless, Dawnbreaker, and the other manifested members of the Dark Knight Corps all sensed the danger at that moment. Abandoning their own opponents, they charged at Stephen.
The blood-spattered scalpel moved nimbly through Bruce's body. In an instant, several cracks appeared around both him and Bruce. Though these cracks looked transparent and fragile, they were like Natural Chasms at this moment, cutting off Red Death and the others.
Young Wayne suddenly hunched over, coughing up mouthful after mouthful of black blood onto the ground. The filthy Abyss Power within the blood rapidly spread into the surroundings, coating even Young Wayne, its vessel, in a layer of black.
Young Wayne felt his connection to this world growing fainter and fainter. It meant that some force was forcibly