Northern dove straight into the gaping chasm, pursuing both Origins as they collided and clashed with earth-shattering force.
His distance was vast compared to theirs, even as he traveled at insane speed. The terrain seemed to be folding inward, as if the world itself was fleeing from them.
Each strike drove the ground level further away. The side walls caved inward, and their collision created a persistent rhythm—melodic yet hideous. It threatened to rupture his eardrums even from this impossible distance.
Sound had always been Northern's Achilles' heel.
Regardless, he surged faster, as fast as he could manage, and spent essence to accelerate even further.
He manifested two more clones. Burning Flames rocketed forward with a devastating shockwave and exploded ahead with blistering speed, leaving the two behind.
Immediately, Northern shifted his perspective.
