Shawn looked at the Soulbinding Staff in his hands, at a loss for words.
Life really was strange. What he deliberately pursued came to nothing, while what he never intended flourished.
Shawn had considered collecting the souls of the Nightmare Four Green Dragons and placing them all in the Soulbinding Staff. With the staff's material and the souls of all four dragons, it should have been possible to break through its limits in one stroke and turn it into a legendary weapon.
But Shawn had not acted on that idea, because every adult green dragon was precious and had to be preserved whenever possible. In the wars to come against the Old Gods, the Burning Legion, and even the void lords, every adult green dragon could play an immensely powerful role.
The problem now was that, although Shawn had done nothing of the sort, three of the Nightmare Four Green Dragons had died. Only Ysondre remained alive, and the other three dragons' souls had all been placed in the Soulbinding Staff.
Shawn could feel the tremendous power within the Soulbinding Staff now that the souls of three adult green dragons had taken up residence in it.
When he faced an enemy, Shawn only needed to summon the three green dragons' souls to help him fight. Even an enemy at the Grand Professionist level would no longer be something to fear.
The soul of an adult green dragon was, of course, no match for a living adult green dragon. But the three souls together were probably no weaker than a single living adult green dragon.
For a fleeting instant, Shawn even felt a temptation. If Ysondre died too...
All right, I shouldn't be thinking that. Amitabha. Mercy, mercy.
Shawn said, "The Emerald Dream has been completely corrupted by the nightmare, and