The word 'effort' carried special weight now. It was the key to his most terrifying power…the Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest that rewarded any attempt, any try, any exertion toward a goal.
"Support me," he commanded those with him, taking a single step forward.
They all felt it…the invisible line the clone had drawn. A boundary that said 'beyond this point, you cease.' Not a threat but a statement of fact, like warning signs before a cliff.
Noah's foot crossed the line.
The moment his toe breached that invisible boundary, Aurelius's eyes that swirled like galaxies flickered toward him with the lazy interest of someone noticing an insect.
Noah's leg began to vibrate…not with external force but with internal dissolution. From the very tip of his toes, disintegration began. Not violent but methodical, atoms forgetting they were supposed to be connected, molecules deciding existence was optional!
If he didn't pull back, his leg would cease entirely within seconds.
