Time finally caught up with the assault. Reality acknowledged what had landed on the King, replaying each kick and making him experience their might.
There had been seven phases, each featuring an additional kick, adding up to a total of twenty-eight. They had been sparse but strangely precise, as if following a specific strategy and pattern, which their joint discharge revealed.
Despite occurring at different times and phases, the King experienced the effects of those twenty-eight kicks simultaneously, enduring blows that somehow enhanced one another as their energy spread within him.
Shockwaves with precise purpose spread from where the kicks had landed, diving inside the King and joining themselves, forming an array of some sort. A spiderweb that radiated a constant, destabilizing influence took shape, taking control of the King's body and pushing outward.
