My heart trembled slightly as that thought emerged.
The Right to Isolate.
I had possessed that Right for so long that I had almost forgotten how strange it truly was. I had always treated it as one of the mysterious abilities granted to me, something fundamentally different from my Laws. But now, looking at the black crack, I suddenly felt a connection that had always been there.
I simply had not been able to see it.
The humanoid attacked again.
I met it head-on.
Its spear thrust forward, and the black crack tore through Space toward me. I raised my staff and created layer after layer of spatial barriers, but instead of merely strengthening them, I began examining the crack itself. I watched every fluctuation, every distortion and every change in the surrounding Space. With each exchange, my understanding deepened.
The crack struck my barriers. I was thrown backward.
I recovered and attacked.
The figure countered.
Another crack appeared.
