Alex exhaled slowly, his silver hair flowing in the breeze as energy crackled around his body.
Then—
His stance shifted.
His feet slid into position, his sword lowered slightly, eyes narrowing like a predator ready to strike.
"Astral Void Rend… First Form."
His voice rang across the battlefield.
"Void Step."
In the blink of an eye—he vanished.
To everyone else watching, it was as if Alex had disappeared from existence itself. Only a faint shimmer of air displacement remained.
Veyron's eyes widened, his senses screaming.
'Where—?!'
Suddenly—a whisper of steel kissed his throat.
He froze.
Alex had reappeared directly behind him.
The blade hovered mere centimeters from Veyron's neck. He hadn't even sensed the movement.
Time itself felt like it had slowed down.
Veyron's breath hitched.
'Am I… going to die here?'
He turned his eyes slightly—and saw Veyra, in the distance, rushing toward him, her mouth open in a silent scream.
'Sister…'
The sword moved.
A blinding arc.
