Alex stood perfectly still, the fractured air around him humming with unseen energy. His expression was calm, eyes half-lidded, his sword glowing faintly as space itself began to distort around him.
Under his breath, so low that not even Alden or Ethan could hear, Alex whispered,
"Astral Void Rend, Fifth Form: Dimensional Sever."
The world stilled.
Then—space screamed.
All four of Alex's echoes moved at once, perfectly synchronized with him, as they swung their blades in unison. Their slashes cut through reality itself, creating jagged rifts that tore across the battlefield.
Each tear glimmered like a mirror of the void, devouring light, sound, and even the raging hurricanes of black fire that hurtled toward them. The torn space expanded, twisting inward—collapsing into miniature black holes that began swallowing everything in their path.
