In front of , the figure made of mosaics watched closely, its body floating upside down in midair, as if defying every law of logic. My thoughts spiraled into chaos—where the hell had it co from? It was as if it had appeared out of nowhere—or worse, as if it had always been there, right beside , silently watching and waiting.
Nothing about that scene made any sense. But honestly? None of that really mattered. As I stared at that figure made of shimring mosaic fragnts floating before , a single, simple thought crossed my mind: Impossible... you’re still unhard? Even after all this? My powers... they don’t work?
Logic dissolved in the face of that insane scene. It felt like reality itself was mocking , tearing apart the laws I once believed unbreakable. For a mont, I stood completely still—stunned, unable to process what I was seeing. All that remained was the suffocating feeling that nothing made sense anymore.
What the hell was that anomaly in front of —a god? It didn’t make sense. It was as if every law, every bit of logic I’d ever built shattered in its re presence. Was it even possible to kill it? The question echoed in my mind—cruel, unanswered.
My thoughts spun in circles, frantic, trying to find a weakness—anything that might give an edge. I scoured every ability, every trace of power I possessed—and still, nothing. Not a single one seed capable of even scratching that thing.
Then my thoughts took a sharp turn. Wasn’t I screwed? Just because I couldn’t kill it didn’t necessarily an it couldn’t kill , right? On the outside, I tried to keep a calm, detached expression, but inside, a storm of anxiety was tearing apart. It wasn’t exactly fear—it was the bitter realization that if it did kill , the next ones on its list would be Victor, Emily, and Laura.
Besides, I could already imagine the chaos my sisters would unleash if they found out I’d lost... Things wouldn’t just get tense—they’d get dangerous. Honestly, I wouldn’t doubt for a second that they could destroy the planet in a fit of rage. In the end, I let out a resigned sigh, trying to gather whatever focus I still had left. I hadn’t lost yet—and I definitely hadn’t given up.
As that thought crossed my mind, I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. When I opened them again, my vision exploded in vivid colors that seed to reflect the body of the anomaly before . The air vibrated faintly; I felt a subtle tremor under my feet and the tallic taste of nerves on my tongue—but my hands remained steady.
I stared at it without blinking—my goal was clear and simple: to find its weakness amidst the chaos. But the instant my eyes locked on the entity made entirely of mosaics, a chill ran down my spine, and my expression froze in pure disbelief.
My eyes, now glowing with a hypnotic dance of colors, scanned every fragnt of the anomaly, searching for any sign of vulnerability—any flaw in the perfection of its existence. But the more I examined it, the more I realized... nothing. No cracks, no weak spots—just the relentless silence of a presence that seed to defy all logic.
No core. No sphere. No fissure. Just an endless swirl of kaleidoscopic patterns, pulsing and weaving together as if each fragnt had a life of its own. They shifted every second, forming living, unpredictable mosaics that defied reason or comprehension. It was like staring straight into chaos itself—but in colors so bright they almost burned my vision.
My fingers clenched, and without hesitation, I activated another anomalous ability. In an instant, a field pulsed outward from , expanding in waves of golden light. It was a warm, almost tangible glow that radiated through the space around , making the air hum softly.
If that being had any power I could copy—any technique I could extract—I’d feel it. But the field... detected nothing. Or rather, it didn’t detect another being at all. It was like trying to grab the wind with my hands—sothing that existed, yet escaped all logic and perception.
(No anomalous abilities?) I muttered to myself, feeling my throat tighten: (That... that doesn’t even make sense!)
Before I could react, the being snapped its fingers. A sharp, dry sound that sliced through the air—and imdiately, everything fell silent. The world around simply... stopped.
The trees froze mid-sway, the leaves hung motionless in the air like glass, even the dust motes suspended in sunlight refused to move. I was the only one who could still move. And sohow, instinctively, I knew it wasn’t because I had resisted. No—it was because the mosaic being wanted to.
With a swift motion, I activated my Bone Armant, white bones snapping into place, intertwining and forming a living armor that wrapped around my body. I felt every vertebra and rib twist into sharp blades, ready to defend and strike.
Then, I dove into the shadows beneath , gliding like a living shade, silently closing in on the mosaic entity for a surprise attack. I erged behind it in an instant—and without hesitation, unleashed a Thermonuclear Pulse.
A searing, bluish flash erupted, radiating heat and energy with my body at the epicenter. The ground quaked, cracks rippled outward, trees were instantly incinerated, and shards of mosaic flew through the air. Radiation and fire consud everything in sight, turning the battlefield into a scorched, smoking wasteland.
But like sothing out of my worst nightmares—a living embodint of my deepest fears—when the blue light faded... it was still there. Intact. The mosaic that had monts ago looked chaotic and nacing now rearranged itself, its vibrant colors swirling in harmony—serene, almost mocking. Not a single scratch. It was as if everything that happened had been nothing but an illusion.
(Impossible...) I thought, a shiver running down my spine as disbelief twisted my face: (Not even a point-blank explosion can hurt this thing?)
Before I could move, the mosaic being snapped its fingers again. The shadow I was hiding in stretched violently, as if an ocean of darkness was being sucked into an invisible vortex. I was ripped from it without warning, flung through the air like a torn rag doll.
Even without organs, I could feel every fiber of my being crushed under the distortion of reality itself, as if space and ti were bending against . A chilling wave ran down my spine, and for a fleeting mont, the feeling of helplessness hit harder than any physical blow ever could.
In midair, I summoned my Alter Ego. In an instant, another “” materialized beside , moving with eerie autonomy. From its back, dozens—hundreds—maybe thousands of black tendrils erupted like serpents, twisting and preparing to strike the entity before us.
The mosaic being tilted its head, its colorful patterns rippling hypnotically, and a gesture of curiosity filled the air before it snapped its fingers once more. In the blink of an eye, my Alter Ego disintegrated into black fragnts, drifting like smoke heavy with energy; one mont solid beside , the next—nothing but scattered shadows.
I bit down hard on my lip, almost desperately, expecting the tallic taste of blood... but nothing ca. Impossible. My body no longer carried a single drop of blood to spill.
Still, I didn’t hesitate—I unleashed another Thermonuclear Pulse, even more devastating this ti, a blinding flash tearing through the darkness. At the sa instant, I invoked Shadow Warp, propelling myself forward like lightning, the shadows twisting and ripping the air around .
Twisted bones erupted from my arms, shaping into blades as sharp as the fangs of so ancient beast. It was my final attack—a desperate last strike against that incomprehensible being. But when I finally reached it, the entity rely lifted one hand—and with a casual snap of its fingers, everything stopped.
My entire body froze. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, couldn’t even shift my gaze. Before stood the mosaic being, motionless. Ti itself seed to lose aning—each second dragged endlessly, suspended in the void.
I was locked in place, stone-still, as it observed with ritual-like focus. Everything around us was swallowed by absolute silence, as if the world itself had ceased to exist—and all I could do was stare back.
Every attempt I made to slip into the shadow realm failed, dissolving like smoke in the wind. Even trying to mask my presence with one of my abilities was pointless. It was as if, in its presence, the rules I knew simply didn’t apply—or worse, as if it was the exception to all of them.
I had lost. There was no victory possible against that thing. The being of mosaics raised its hand once more, preparing to snap its fingers again. I had no idea what would happen—would I die this ti? But what did “die” even an? Would it just be endless darkness, an eternal silence? Or sothing deeper—a void where even I ceased to exist?
As those thoughts crossed my mind, the anomaly snapped its fingers. The dry, sharp sound reverberated through the air like a muffled thunderclap, carrying a weight almost divine. Instinctively, I held my breath, bracing for the inevitable... but nothing happened.
The silence that followed felt like mockery—and strangely enough, I was still alive. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Before , the mosaic being floated again, upside down this ti, spinning like a shard of colored glass caught in the wind.
At that sa mont, a faint, almost inaudible thought brushed through my mind, like a whisper lost to the breeze: (I... I’m still alive?)
I looked around, and a chill ran down my spine. Strangely, the park—once a scene of utter devastation, as if a nuclear bomb had fallen there—was completely restored. The trees that had stood like charred skeletons now had lush green leaves swaying softly in the wind.
The ground, which minutes ago was scorched and cracked, now glead with perfectly aligned tiles, as if chaos had never existed. Even the air felt lighter, carrying the fresh scent of wet grass and new wood, contrasting almost cruelly with the mory of destruction.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw that my shadow do remained untouched—not a single scratch, solid as ever, as if nothing could harm it. But seriously... what the hell was going on? Why was I still alive? Every second that passed only made things more absurd, more surreal. Nothing made sense anymore. The only explanation that ca to mind was simple—maybe the mosaic being had never actually intended to kill .
My eyes turned back to it. It no longer floated upside down; now it stood upright, tilting its head slightly, as if studying carefully. I still couldn’t make out its full form, but sothing had changed in my perception. For so inexplicable reason, I no longer saw it as an enemy. It hadn’t attacked , hadn’t tried to hurt ... maybe, just maybe, it ant no harm at all.
The mosaic being, completely indifferent to my thoughts, began circling slowly, each movent echoing in silence as if space itself bowed to its presence. I could feel its gaze piercing through —a nearly physical sensation, as if each fragnt of its form was probing my very essence.
Then, suddenly, its focus shifted—locking directly onto my golden eyes. I kept my gaze fixed on it, studying every detail of its fractured form, while feeling its mosaic eyes studying back with the sa intensity.
We stayed like that for a few monts, the heavy silence between us broken only by the faint sound of its steps. The mosaic being approached slowly, hand extended toward my forehead. By reflex, I stepped back, but it didn’t react—just kept moving forward with unnerving calm. Then, I felt it—sothing touched my forehead. A light, almost ethereal contact, so soft it seed to glide over my skin without pressure.
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