But amid the chaos, Ethan noticed something—something subtle, but chilling.
The shattered fragments of space, torn loose by their last collision, weren't just debris.
To the girl, they were fuel.
With a casual flick of her wrist, those jagged shards of broken space twisted in midair, drawn to her like iron to a magnet. In an instant, they reformed—dozens of razor-sharp Energy Blades, hissing through the air like a nest of vipers, all aimed straight at Ethan.
His eyes widened.
He'd never imagined spatial power could be this versatile—this deadly.
Snapping out of his brief awe, he inhaled sharply, steadied his breath, and took a single step back.
Then he surged forward.
Power exploded from within him, channeled through the Battle Mech's reinforced frame. The mech lunged, its massive form crashing forward like a battering ram.
The girl felt it too.
