The reaction began with the floor.
The white lines passed through the artificial symbols like water seeping into cracks.
They did not destroy them.
They separated them.
One of the channels sustaining the room lost its gray color and turned completely white.
The Selection sphere trembled.
Thirty of its eyes closed at the same time.
Damon noticed.
"It's losing access."
Xue Lian nodded.
"The network is refusing the functions it inserted."
The sphere responded immediately.
"CORRECTION: COMPATIBLE FUNCTIONS."
"Doesn't matter," Damon said. "They aren't yours."
Another white line crossed the chamber.
The red coating Selection had used against the ice disappeared.
Then the gray layer that absorbed physical force.
Next, the symbol that neutralized Jian Yue's sword went dark.
Selection retreated.
Jian Yue smiled.
"Now?"
Xue Lian looked at the sword.
"Now."
He attacked.
The ancestral blade passed through the sphere.
Not completely.
