But amid the chaos, Ethan noticed sothing—sothing subtle, but chilling.
The shattered fragnts of space, torn loose by their last collision, weren’t just debris.
To the girl, they were fuel.
With a casual flick of her wrist, those jagged shards of broken space twisted in midair, drawn to her like iron to a magnet. In an instant, they reford—dozens of razor-sharp Energy Blades, hissing through the air like a nest of vipers, all aid straight at Ethan.
His eyes widened.
He’d never imagined spatial power could be this versatile—this deadly.
Snapping out of his brief awe, he inhaled sharply, steadied his breath, and took a single step back.
Then he surged forward.
Power exploded from within him, channeled through the Battle ch’s reinforced fra. The ch lunged, its massive form crashing forward like a battering ram.
The girl felt it too.
Her aura flared, wild and erratic, as more power poured from her body in waves. She didn’t hesitate—she gathered her strength again, and the two forces collided head-on.
BOOM—
The world went still.
For a heartbeat, even the air seed to hold its breath.
Every eye on the battlefield locked onto the clearing where they clashed. Every second of their fight pulled the world tighter, like a string stretched to its limit.
The girl’s strength was terrifying.
Her Tier, her control, the sheer volu of energy she wielded—she was a force of nature. Unstoppable. Unrelenting.
And yet, Ethan—only with the Battle ch—was holding his ground.
Barely.
Ti stretched thin as they exchanged blow after blow. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the sky, like stars colliding in the void. The space around them warped and cracked, unable to contain the violence of their duel.
Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest.
He knew now—without the ch, he wouldn’t have lasted a second. One strike from her, and he’d be dust. Vaporized before he could even blink.
As he scrambled to push the ch’s output higher, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Master!" Feylora’s voice rang out, urgent and breathless. "I absorbed too much energy earlier—I think I can help!"
Her eyes burned with resolve.
Without waiting for a reply, she thrust her hands forward and released everything she had—every last drop of stored energy—into the Battle ch’s core.
Ethan felt it instantly.
The ch surged with power, its systems roaring to life. His senses sharpened, his awareness expanding until he could feel every pulse, every vibration in the machine’s fra.
"Perfect," he growled. "Let’s end this."
He roared, and the energy inside him erupted.
A massive sphere of power ford above him, swirling with violent intensity. He hurled it with all his might, sending it screaming through the air toward the girl.
She hadn’t expected that.
Not now. Not after everything.
Her expression shifted—surprise, then focus. She raised her arms, and the space around her bent inward. From every direction, spatial energy converged, forming a colossal sword in her hands.
With a cry, she brought it down.
The blade cleaved through the sky, a strike ant to end everything.
CRACK!
The two forces collided midair.
The sound was deafening—like the sky itself had split open.
Space collapsed around them, folding in on itself. The battlefield vanished beneath a storm of energy, a maelstrom of light and force that swallowed everything in its path.
RUMBLE—
RUMBLE-RUMBLE—
The shockwaves tore through the world like a tsunami, flattening terrain, ripping through defenses, sending even the strongest warriors staggering.
But this wasn’t just a clash of power.
It was a rupture in the laws of reality.
The very fabric of the world scread as it tore. The ground buckled. The sky fractured. Even the molecules in the air vibrated with the force of the impact.
Ethan’s breath hitched.
The sheer force radiating from that massive sword was overwhelming. Every inch of space around him felt warped, twisted by her power. It was like the air itself had turned against him—each inhale a race against death.
He forced himself to breathe, slow and deep, grounding his focus.
The Battle ch responded instantly.
Energy surged through its core, condensing into a massive sphere of light in the ch’s chest. Without hesitation, Ethan launched it—hurling the glowing mass straight at her.
But this ti, the girl didn’t raise her hand to block it.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
Cracks had begun to spiderweb across her spatial greatsword—fine, jagged lines that shimred with unstable energy. She was faltering.
Feylora’s energy infusion had pushed the Battle ch to terrifying new heights. The power Ethan now wielded was beyond anything she’d expected—and it was starting to show.
From the outside, she looked like she was nearing her limit.
But then—
The sky changed.
A deep tremor rolled across the battlefield, and a swirling vortex of violet-red light tore open above them. A pulse of raw energy exploded from its center, slamming directly into the girl’s body.
Her eyes snapped open, glowing with an eerie, unnatural crimson-violet hue.
Then—wings.
Massive, pink-hued wings unfurled from her back, each feather etched with strange, eye-like patterns that shimred with malevolent light. The air around her thickened, vibrating with power.
Streams of energy coiled around her, converging into beams of light that lashed out like serpents, striking with terrifying precision.
VMMM.
VMMM.
VMMM.
Each pulse tore through the air, ripping it apart with a sound like reality itself was screaming.
"Still just a bug," she said sweetly, her voice laced with mockery. "Even with that weird little Battle ch."
She raised her hand, wings fluttering once.
Behind her, a burst of runes ignited—twisting, glowing symbols that flared with a sickly brilliance. A beam of corrupted light shot forward, slamming into the Battle ch’s chest with a sound like tal screaming.
Ethan staggered.
The impact rattled through the ch’s fra, nearly knocking him off his feet. Alarms flared across the HUD. The energy barrier—shredded. A jagged tear split across the ch’s armor, sparking violently.
His heart lurched.
He hadn’t expected this. Not from her. Not this much power.
That beam had punched through the ch’s defenses like they were paper.
And if she could do it once...
If this kept up, the Battle ch wouldn’t just be damaged—it would be torn apart. Shredded from the inside out.
And Ethan with it.
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