I did not stop.
Another rift slash tore upward, striking the same weakening point in the barrier with a vibrating roar that made the air tremble. The dome rippled violently again, its surface thinning further under repeated strain.
I could feel it clearly now.
The section I was targeting was losing cohesion. The magical density there was no longer uniform; it fluctuated unevenly after each strike before stabilizing, and each recovery cycle was weaker than the last.
I was close.
I did not need to shatter the entire barrier.
I just needed a fracture. A hairline crack. A gap no wider than my body.
And once that gap existed, I could phase through before the system rebalanced.
Another slash.
WHOOM!
The shimmer faltered.
Then movement caught my eye.
Kharos.
He was no longer arguing on the wall. He stood at the edge now, blood dripping from his palm and trailing behind him as if gravity had momentarily forgotten how to behave.
