Two days had passed since Alex had managed to land his very first hit on Nyx.
Just one cut. Just a thin crimson line across her cheek. But to him, that single mark was more valuable than any medal. It meant he could reach her — even if just for a heartbeat.
He had spent those two days recovering in the real world. Sleeping. Eating. His super regenerative ability healed everything already. Even so, his body still carried faint bruises — reminders of her overwhelming skill. He strengthened himself using mana.
Now, he was ready.
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The familiar darkness swallowed him as he stepped into Nyx's inner world.
Gravity pressed down on his shoulders like a mountain the instant he arrived. The air was thick, heavy, charged with an oppressive energy that seeped into his bones. Black monoliths jutted from the endless platform, their surfaces reflecting faint ripples of light from no clear source.
And there she was.
