Sharky placed his hand against the barrier.
It pulsed beneath his palm. Like a heartbeat. Like something alive was watching him from the other side.
Sharky's eyes narrowed. "Fine, then I'll use something else."
He activated Phantomire. A silent ripple spread outward.
Sharky's molecules lost solidity. His body slipped out of the physical plane, becoming intangible. A ghostly, pale energy wrapped around him.
His presence became something else entirely. His voice echoed, cold and distant, layered with something unnatural.
"Shadow magic cannot stop a Spirit Phantom."
He stepped forward.
The barrier which had resisted Luminara, which had rejected Space Clock, which even Asgard's seers could not breach, offered no resistance to him at all.
Sharky phased through it like mist through air. The wall did not ripple. It did not react. Sharky vanished into the Shadow Realm.
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THE SHADOW REALM
A world without a sky and light. A world shaped entirely from living darkness.
