The sphere of non-existence expanded above them like a malignant sun, swallowing light itself. The Chaos Prince's laughter echoed across the wasteland, wild and unhinged.
Northern's eyes narrowed, blue light intensifying.
[Layer 3: Causality Fracture has been Activated]
Time seemed to fragment. Northern saw three possible futures simultaneously:
Path One: The sphere drops, erasing everything within a kilometer radius.
Path Two: He dodges, but his companions are consumed.
Path Three: He counters now, before the sphere reaches critical mass.
Northern chose the third path.
[One Strike has been Activated]
Every ounce of power in his body condensed into a single point. Lightning crackled along his arm, frost formed crystalline patterns on his skin, and the air around his fist warped from sheer concentrated force.
He punched upward.