Condoriano's Sky Condor form surged upward.
He laughed once.
"Millennia caged, and the first true feast is an extinction-grade," he murmured. "Little brother has taste."
He snapped his Law of Horizon.
Distance folded.
The horizon leapt forward to meet the Void-walker.
Condoriano should have been there.
Instead, he slammed into a wall that did not exist.
It felt like colliding with the idea of "not allowed."
The Extinction-grade Void-Walker did not even look at him. His gaze remained in Lucien.
His hand lifted lazily.
A single finger traced a line.
And Condoriano's horizon snapped backward.
Condoriano's eyes narrowed.
A Law answered his Law.
The Void-walkers' Law of Anti-Meridian. The right to exist without needing pathways.
It is a Law that allows them to appear, remain, and act without ever needing a "route" to justify their existence.
Condoriano felt it in his bones.
