The moment Logan projected the Ten Realms, the space around him began to shake. A heavy pressure weighed down on his chest, like a giant boulder crushing his ribs. He nearly spat up blood.
Gritting his teeth, he forced the energy back, but he sensed Bar's attack coming immediately.
Just as the vast virtual universe projection had barely opened half a meter, Bar, far away, sensed the energy spike.
Bar pointed a finger toward the cave, and golden threads of space lit up at his fingertip.
"Space Cut!"
The golden threads instantly spanned the huge distance, slicing straight through Logan's left shoulder.
A deep wound, visible down to the bone, appeared. Silver-gray space rust began to crawl from the injury toward his heart.
Even as the shoulder was cut open, Logan could feel the rust gnawing at his bones. Cold sweat broke out instantly, soaking the back of his shirt.
Blood gushed out like a spring. Golden blood flowed endlessly from the wound.
