The shift came without warning.
One moment, they were pushing him.
The next, everything changed.
Voss stopped stepping back.
Completely.
Obsidian Fang moved forward instead.
Fast. Controlled.
Its strike wasn't heavy, but it hit exactly where it needed to.
Golden Cavalier blocked it, but the impact forced Alaric back several steps. His footing held, but barely.
"…That's new," Alaric muttered.
Lucien reacted instantly. Midnight Sontana moved low, aiming to disrupt Voss's stance instead of clashing head-on.
This time, the hit connected.
Not strong.
But real.
"He can be hit," Lucien said.
Jovian nodded. "Yeah. But that's not the problem."
Because Voss wasn't reacting like someone under pressure.
He wasn't rushing.
Wasn't forcing anything.
He was measuring.
"You've improved," Voss said, his tone unchanged.
Iggy smirked, stepping forward again. "We're just getting started."
Voss's gaze shifted toward him.
"…No," he said simply.
The air tightened.
Sharper than before.
Not wide. Not loose.
Focused.
"This is where your limit begins," Voss added.
Jovian's expression hardened slightly.
"We'll decide that," he replied.
Vital Mirage stepped forward again.
But this time—
The pressure didn't wait.
It came immediately.
And it came from everywhere.