His muscles tensed. His instincts screamed.
What's this? I suddenly became so sluggish?!
A frown crossed Max's face as he felt the space around him constrict. It wasn't just an illusion—his very movements were being shackled, frozen in time for a brief moment. Space itself had turned against him, binding him in an unseen grip.
Before he could break free, his senses flared with danger. His eyes caught Amelia's next move.
She raised her sword high, its silver edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. But it wasn't just light—it was power, an aura of knighthood infused with the laws of space itself. A technique forged for absolute control.
"Knight's Judgment: Celestial Severance!"
A radiant arc of energy descended, splitting through the air with the authority of a divine decree. The space around them twisted, collapsing toward the trajectory of her blade, pulling Max in as if the very world demanded his defeat.
'Damn it!'