The colossal vortex over the municipal center held its breath as the Underworld King's attention locked squarely onto Hajin's chest.
Across the dimensional divide, the nearest of the five supreme commanders raised a single obsidian gauntlet into the swirling gloom.
The titan lifted merely one index finger, without uttering an incantation or exerting visible effort against the boundary threshold.
With that solitary, dismissive gesture, seventy percent of the massive royal crossing corridor snapped shut with an earth-shaking acoustic crack.
The five universal distortions that terrorized the perimeter collapsed instantly into thin wisps of grey, dissipating planar mist.
The sheer scale of that casual authority induced dizzying vertigo across the mortal defenders watching from the shattered plaza below.
"He closed seventy percent of the route with one finger!" Juna shouted, her knuckles whitening on the hilts of her solar blades.
