This isn't working. I can't outlast something that doesn't tire. Can't wear down something that regenerates instantly. Can't suppress something that exists outside normal rules.
I need more power.
I need more power..
Satou dodged another tentacle barrage, his enhanced perception tracking eighteen different appendages simultaneously, his body flowing through gaps measured in inches. His muscles screamed protest even enhanced by Overdrive Version One, the strain of maintaining superhuman speed for six continuous hours beginning to show.
A tentacle swept horizontally where his torso had been a microsecond earlier—he'd already dropped into a slide, his crystalline scales scraping across devastated ground, friction generating sparks that ignited the air itself.
He teleported immediately as entropy breath carved through the space he'd occupied, the decay-inducing beam aging the ground by millennia, turning stone to sand to dust to nothing in progressive waves of temporal destruction.
