The storm changed from destruction to collision. The fragments of reality began to spiral inward, forcing every participant's domain to expand and clash against one another. The true test had begun—the test of manipulation.
Max's sphere expanded outward, colliding with Nero's cube. The moment their domains touched, the void trembled. The clash created concentric waves that bent the nearby space, and miniature black holes flickered in and out of existence where their energies met. Every collision between their domains released a thunderous pulse that shook the entire trial field.
Nero's lips curved faintly, his voice echoing across the void. "Not bad. But you're not the only one who understands the flow of space." His tone was calm but edged with confidence.
Max said nothing. His expression remained unreadable. The lightning around his body dimmed, replaced by a faint violet glow that spread from his chest outward. He closed his eyes, and for the first time, he let go of control.
