Cain grit his teeth. "It's not mimicking Nebula's style at all. It's neutral. Efficiency only. It's meant to pressure every weakness at the same time."
Leth called, "Then stop giving it weaknesses!"
Cain didn't answer.
He surged forward.
He ducked under a blade. He stomped down on an incoming spike. He twisted past a sweep of metal that carved a trench behind him.
He punched the hollow Nebula square in the chest.
This time, something gave.
A crack spread across the construct's torso.
Cain didn't stop.
He hammered another strike. And another. The cracks expanded, branching like lightning.
The Watcher murmured:
"Finally."
The construct exploded—metal shards scattering across the arena like fractured stars.
Cain stood alone at the center, chest rising and falling, knuckles bleeding.
He glared at the sky.
"Stop playing games."
The realm dimmed.
"Then come to me."
The monolith split down the center.
Inside the widening crack—
