Maren appeared above them, her sword glowing with compressed probability.
For an instant, every number, every equation scrawled across reality bent towards her strike.
The blade descended, unavoidable, inevitable, absolute.
Atreides looked up, his grin disappeared for what he saw.
The blade struck his chest, cutting through aura, light, and flesh, driving deep into him.
Fire and probability clashed violently, reality fracturing under the collision.
For a moment, Maren thought she'd done it. She thought the equation had been solved.
Atreides staggered, a guttural roar ripping from his throat as flames erupted around the wound.
He caught the sword with both hands, fire melting steel, probability cracking under the sheer will he brought to bear.
"NO MORE NUMBERS!" he bellowed, and with a flare of burning power, he shattered inevitability itself.
The equations dissolved into ash, Maren's sword snapped in two, and the shockwave sent her tumbling through the air.
