Not in one blow.
But through repetition.
If I dished out continuous strikes of Rift Slash, targeting the same location with precision and timing the recovery intervals, I would eventually create a momentary weakness large enough for me to exploit. A gap. A distortion thin enough for me to force a warp through before the barrier fully stabilized again.
I laughed under my breath, the sound carrying faintly upward.
Then I tilted my head back and called out to the three Chosen on the wall.
"If you're gambling on the barrier keeping me out then you're sorely mistaken."
*
"Did you hear that?" Kharos said turning towards Drel.
"It's a bluff," Drel argued, his tone controlled, almost clinical, but there was a strain beneath it.
Kharos didn't look convinced.
"You and I both know it isn't."
He wasn't wrong.
