Mark's expression shifted from amusement to cold focus as he decided to show Max the depth of authority a crownbearer truly possessed. He extended a single finger toward the horizon and the world answered with terror.
Far away, beyond sight, the crust of the planet began to peel apart as if reality itself were being unzipped. Entire regions were folded inward and compressed into a singular point of absolute density, then hurled toward Max as a collapsing world core. This attack was not fire or lightning or force but inevitability given shape, a condensed fate meant to end everything it touched.
As it traveled, time around it slowed and bent, and even concepts like distance began to lose meaning. Max responded by anchoring space around himself with his fifth level concept of space and then swinging his sword with the full authority of the Concept of Severing Sword.
