Void was stunned by his stats. They had changed once more, and the moment he truly processed them, a slow, dangerous smile crept onto his face.
So this was immeasurable strength.
Not a number.
Not a limit.
But a state.
In a sense, it wasn't infinity, it was irrelevance.
Power so dense that measurement itself became meaningless.
Void exhaled slowly.
And then he looked up.
Five Quasi–Rank 4 angels hovered before him, their golden armor gleaming amid the fractured sixth layer of space, their expressions no longer calm… but tight. Guarded. Alert.
Perfect.
"Well then," Void muttered softly, cracking his neck as black fire rolled across his shoulders.
"I suppose I should test it."
The angels moved first.
Not because they were reckless but because hesitation meant death.
The angel wielding the Origin of Time raised his hand.
"Temporal Severance."
The sixth layer of space froze.
Not slowed.
Not restrained.
Frozen.
