Tenebria was cornered against the invisible wall of the atmosphere.
She looked terrifyingly small. The massive, dominating presence of the Overlord had shrunk. Her left arm was gone. Her right arm hung limp and useless, stripped of Wrath. Her violet aura of Pride was shattered. Her green speed of Envy was severed.
She was hyperventilating.
"You can't do this," she stammered, her eyes darting around frantically. "I am the collection. I am the sum. You can't subtract from infinity!"
"You aren't infinity, Tenebria," I said, taking a step forward on the air. "You're just a math equation. And I'm solving for zero."
I raised my free hand.
The blue Mana and purple Miasma inside me swirled, flowing down my arm, not into the sword, but into the air around me.
Circles appeared.
One. Two. Three... Ten.
Ten concentric rings of grey light manifested behind my back, rotating slowly. They weren't made of fire or ice. They were made of Script. They were the command lines of reality.
