The spatial ring in the Abyssal Mistress's hand flared violently.
A sharp pulse of light burst outward, piercing through the void like a signal flare.
Grey's pupils shrank.
The instant he saw it, his instincts screamed danger.
That light was not ordinary. It carried a pressure that did not belong to this battlefield, nor to this level of existence. Whatever she was activating, it was something he could not afford to let finish.
Grey did not hesitate.
Time stopped.
The world froze in place as if reality itself had been seized by an invisible hand. The Abyssal Mistress remained suspended mid-motion, the light locked halfway through its eruption, space around it distorted but unmoving.
Grey exhaled slowly.
His consciousness sharpened as the Nexus Ruination Art began to circulate. Complex patterns flared across his mind interface, energy pathways burning as power was forcefully redirected into a single catastrophic point.
He knew the cost.
