The angel materialized thirty‑two constructs.
Not the standard formation — something different. Eight blocking the direct front. Eight on the left diagonal. Eight on the right diagonal. Eight from above, at a descending angle.
F7 read the structure in the second before they arrived.
Not thirty‑two independent vectors. A cage. The angel wasn't attacking — it was closing the space, forcing Alex to stop or receive the full impact from four simultaneous angles.
Alex didn't stop.
The crimson scythe swept the front and the left diagonal in a continuous arc — sixteen cut in two seconds. The violet scythe rose to the descending angle, cutting the eight from above before impact. The eight from the right diagonal reached the body — to the left side, to the shoulder, to the arm.
HP: 0. The number didn't change.
Alex kept advancing.
Five meters from the angel. Four.
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The angel stepped back.
