Ethan gripped the hilt of the Sword of Infinity.
He looked at the shimmering space in front of him, the boundary that separated the known world from the domain of the One Above All.
Ethan didn't hesitate.
He swung the Sword of Infinity.
There was no sound, only the sensation of reality tearing like wet silk.
Through the jagged rift, he saw it. A colossal, crimson eye that seemed to span the entirety of a hidden dimension.
It was the Eye of the Executioner, the One Above All, the administrator of the positive plane.
The eye widened.
It wasn't just looking at Ethan. It was weighing his soul, trying to find the "delete" key for his existence.
"Who are you? Do you want to be erased?"
The voice didn't come through the ears.
It vibrated in the marrow of Ethan's bones, a cold, heavy pressure that demanded absolute submission.
It was the sound of a god speaking to a speck of dust.
Ethan didn't bow.
He didn't tremble.
Instead, he felt a surge of defiant adrenaline.
