SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! Chapter 315: Fractured Domain

The will suppression pressed harder against Bruce’s mind, a grinding inevitability that sought to sand down his defiance into submission.

Hamr. Shield. Staff. Again. Again. Again.

Their roars reverberated through the shell dos overhead, unified and thunderous, the Domain pulsing in rhythm with their territorial fury. They believed they were overwhelming him, breaking him by sheer dominance.

Bruce smiled faintly as blood trickled from the corner of his lip.

"Soon," he whispered.

The hamr struck his chest and drove him back. Heal flared. The staff smashed across his ribs. Heal answered. The shield ramd into his jaw. Heal restored. And with every collision, Vitality Sovereign siphoned another thread. And another. And another. Their supre aura began to waver at its edges. Subtle. Nearly imperceptible. But to Bruce’s senses trained, sharpened, sovereign it was undeniable. Their life force was no longer perfectly stable.

They began to feel it too. Not as understanding, but as sensation. A faint hollowness beneath the armor. A slight drag in their limbs. The next hamr swing carried marginally less authority than before. The staff’s impact reverberated with a fraction less density. Confusion flickered behind their crimson gaze. Then rage.

They roared louder, pouring more hatred and territorial fury into each movent. But more force ant more contact. More contact ant more siphoning. Vitality Sovereign deepened its grip, no longer brushing but coiling. Their thick, glacial skin seed just slightly less taut. If one looked closely, one would see the faintest recession along the ridges of their shells, a subtle sinking beneath their eyes.

Overhead, one of the shell silhouettes trembled.

A faint crack appeared across its curved surface, thin as a hairline fracture in frozen glass.

Bruce saw it.

The turtles felt it.

The crack spread.

A sharp crystalline fracture raced across the overlapping dos like lightning tearing through ice. Pressure shifted violently, the harmony of their unified Domain destabilizing. Before the turtles could adjust, the entire layered structure shuddered and split. Ice exploded outward in a spiraling storm as a second will forced itself into the enclosed space.

Isolde’s Domain descended like a winter sovereign claiming her throne.

It did not overlap gently. It asserted. Pale blue frost poured downward in layered waves, crystalline sigils forming in the air as her authority pressed against theirs. The cracked turtle shell silhouettes shattered like glass under impact. The oppressive suppression loosened instantly. The distortion thinned. The sealing curvature fractured and dissolved into glittering shards of failing law.

The four humanoid Aegishell turtles staggered.

And for the first ti

They coughed.

Thick, dark blood splattered across the ice as their collapsing Domain recoiled inward, their own law snapping back against them. The red glow in their eyes flickered erratically, no longer a stable beacon of dominance but a struggling fla.

Bruce did not hesitate.

Vitality Sovereign surged forward with predatory precision. Before the Core could pulse. Before its distant protection could fully reassert now that the Turtles domain were no longer active...

Before the core could act, He pulled hard.

The siphon deepened into a channel. Life force flowed toward him in invisible currents, not catastrophic, not yet, but enough to carve noticeable absence. The turtles staggered as if unseen blades had carved through their insides. Their breathing grew heavier.

Their movents delayed by the smallest but undeniable margin. The dense flesh beneath their shell ridges seed faintly sunken, their imnse fras just slightly diminished.

The Core pulsed violently in the distance, a tremor of anger and alarm. But for that mont, it was too late.

Isolde appeared beside Bruce in a swirl of crystalline frost, pale blue light settling around her shoulders like a crown forged from winter itself. Her expression was calm, eyes cold and analytical as they remained fixed on the turtles.

"Their Domain got weaker," she said evenly. "So I forced mine onto theirs. Fortunately, it’s still in its budding stage. If it was a fully matured domain, this would have been troubleso."

Bruce exhaled slowly, the golden light around him dimming to a steady glow. His body stood whole. Adapted. By now, he had endured and refined himself under close to nine hundred thousand tons of force. The rciless beating had not broken him, it had sharpened him.

The turtles roared again, but the sound was different now. Less unified. Less absolute. Their aura still lood imnse, but cracks ran through it like fault lines beneath a continent.

They charged together, all four at once, hamr raised, shields forward, staff poised.

This ti, Bruce moved freely.

The distortion no longer dragged at his limbs. The sealing curvature was gone. The will suppression thinned beneath Isolde’s sovereign frost. The first hamr descended, and Bruce stepped inside its arc with terrifying smoothness. Red flashed once, a precise line of scarlet cutting along the elbow articulation. The hamr slipped from weakened grip and crashed into the ice.

The shield bearer lunged, roaring in fury. Bruce pivoted, redirected the massive slab with his forearm, and drove a reinforced kick into the turtle’s knee joint. A crack sounded, not armor splitting cleanly, but structure faltering under accumulated depletion.

The staff swept in from the side, desperate and furious. Isolde flicked her fingers. A blade of compressed ice intercepted the swing, deflecting it just enough. Bruce stepped in and slashed across the exposed seam beneath the arm.

Blood spilled.

Thick. Dark. Real.

They did not fall.

They were SSS beings. Wounded gods were still gods.

The remaining hamr turtle seized its weapon with a snarl and brought it down in a furious overhead strike. Bruce raised both hands and caught the haft. The impact forced him to one knee, ice cracking beneath him, but he did not crater this ti.

He held.

Golden light flickered faintly, more habit than necessity.

He smiled, eyes bright with sothing no longer purely defensive.

Vitality Sovereign tightened its grip once more.

This ti, the turtles felt it clearly.

Not confusion.

Not irritation.

Loss.

Their supre aura dimd by another shade, the first true hint of vulnerability seeping into beings who had believed themselves inviolable within their Domain.

The battle had shifted.

Not decisively. Not yet.

But the invader they had believed to be prey

Was no longer rely enduring.

He was hunting back.

Bruce wondered how Isolde was able to help so he looked at the surroundings