Black gathered in my palms, swallowing light. The air warped, not from heat but from absence, as if something fundamental was being removed from reality itself. Death mana alone would have been dangerous. Death dualflow made it absolute.
I began to shape it.
Not a blade.
Not a blast.
A chain.
Links formed one by one, each forged from compressed annihilation, overlapping layers of death affinity and dualflow wrapped so tightly together they screamed in protest. Every link was a promise. Every connection an ending.
My arms trembled.
Behind me, the fight escalated.
Nora darted through the air, blade blazing as she cut arcs of moonlit gold through the ghost's path. They didn't hurt it but they forced it to move, disrupting its rhythm. Xavier slammed into it with a dualflow-charged tackle, detonating point-blank shockwaves that fractured the void itself.
