Kael moved through the terrain like a ghost.
The Void Edge Mk. II blades felt right in his hands—lighter than his old Tier 2 weapons despite being denser, the void resonance property humming through the steel like a second heartbeat. Every swing displaced air with satisfying precision. Every step carried him forward with minimal resistance.
The violent mana of the planet pressed against his body from all directions. Triple gravity. Screaming wind. Lightning that struck the mountains in constant barrages—CRACK, BOOM, CRACK—painting the sky in violent white.
Kael barely noticed.
His Tier 4 physique absorbed the punishment like a sponge. His gravity manipulation reduced effective weight by sixty percent.
A mutated beast lunged from behind a boulder.
