The flame burning within Skull Lord's hollow eyes was sharp and merciless, every fragment of his attention locked onto the Neo-Angel before him. Each swing of the Neo-Angel's sword imposed its will upon reality itself, forcing space-time to slow around Skull Lord's massive form. The crushing pressure did not merely hinder movement—it weighed upon thought, intent, and reaction alike, as though the universe itself demanded submission.
Yet Skull Lord did not yield.
The True Depravita answered oppression with defiance. The thrusts of his weapon carried a momentum that ignored resistance, a force that pierced through layered laws and oppressive mass alike. His power did not halt, did not stall, and did not diminish. Every impact fed the next, creating an unbroken chain of acceleration that surged forward with terrifying inevitability.
