The cuts on Northern's—both Northerns'—bodies weren't healing normally. Even as Infinite Iteration tried to repair them, they resisted, leaving marks that throbbed with phantom pain. These weren't just wounds. They were Bairan's presence carved into Northern's very essence.
The clones merged back into one. Too much strain to maintain both while fighting with wounds that refused to heal.
'Let's hope this will somehow weaken it.'
[Oblivion's Mark - Nullify has been activated]
A passive aura expanded outward—a zone of negation that weakened supernatural phenomena. The lightning crackling along Bairan's odachi dimmed slightly, its electric fury muted within Northern's influence.
Bairan's eyes flared, golden yellow light seeping from them. Cold. Calculating. As if he was already processing the new variable without hesitation.
