The sky was chaos.
Thunder rolled above as Zeus clashed with the Ancient Dragons.
Every strike lit the heavens. Every roar shook the 'World' below.
But Amelia had no time to look up.
Her battle was here. Against Laplace.
The sea trembled beneath her feet.
Her power flooded the world around them, turning everything into shifting water and rippling light.
Yet, no matter what she did, Laplace stood there without a single wound.
She launched another wave of force, weaving Reality Illusions and bending Time branches to strike from every angle.
Even the Blood of Fallen ■ twisted and screamed through the floating sea as she forced it downwards.
But nothing worked.
Laplace walked through it like it was wind brushing his clothes.
Amelia's expression tightened.
"How… how is he so strong?"
No, that wasn't the right question.
"Why can't I use my powers properly?"
That was the real problem.
She had the abilities of a Supreme and the Blood that had terrified gods.
