Chapter 27: Infinity

Menoetius stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief as the tide of battle shifted in an instant.

One moment, his forces were victorious, tearing apart the last remnants of the rebel army. The next, they were the ones being slaughtered.

Out of thin air, thousands of rebels emerged.

They did not rush out from hiding, nor did they arrive late to the battle—they simply appeared, as if reality itself had deceived them.

The soldiers he had once dismissed as dead were now standing, but they were not the same.

Their bodies were shadows—formless yet solid—twisted into humanoid shapes. Their eyes burned with blazing purple flames, the only light in their darkened forms.

And they moved without hesitation, cutting through his forces with merciless efficiency.

Menoetius watched, rage boiling in his chest as his once-proud army fell apart.

"What the hell is this!?" he roared.