"Now you can't use your speed to escape," Tyler said calmly.
He let the blade in his hand dissolve into light and cracked his knuckles instead.
"Let's finish this."
Gailo's expression shifted from amused to alarmed.
"Oh no… no, no, no. You are not doing this." His voice echoed sharply through the chaotic chamber. "My artifact may not be omnipotent— but it was designed with a very specific function."
The floating debris began to glow.
The entire chamber lit up with crimson patterns. Symbols spread across the drifting walls and pillars like veins awakening. A circular platform materialized beneath both of them, lifting them into midair as the chaos fragments synchronized.
Tyler felt it immediately.
His mana.
It was draining.
No— not draining.
Completely vanishing.
He looked down at his own hands as the familiar circulation of energy in his meridians thinned and vanished.
"What is happening?" he muttered.
Gailo's grin widened.
"This is called Reverse Transmigration."
