Interrogation And Answers

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

"Ack!"

Philemon's head bobbed back as he received a powerful blow from Rey, forcing himself to remain conscious after acclimating to the impact.

The chamber remained warped and fractured as the battle reached its apex, the very air shimmering with the aftereffects of Philemon's spatial manipulations. Rey's eyes gleamed with determination as he tightened his grip on his blade, ready to push back even more against the so-called Archbishop.

Philemon recovered his composure quickly, slipping free from Rey's grasp and stepping back with a calm, unnerving smile. 

"Impressive," he said, his tone laced with faint amusement. "You've managed to keep up longer than most. But playtime is over."

The Archbishop raised both hands, and the entire room seemed to collapse inward, space twisting chaotically as gravity shifted violently. 

Rey felt his footing waver, but he smirked.