Khepri's face twisted in raw disbelief.
Not awe. Not anger. Disbelief — the kind that digs into the marrow, that screams this shouldn't be possible.
In one heartbeat, Alex had been dozens of meters away — a glowing blur wrapped in arcs of golden lightning, crackling in the silence that followed his last attack. In the next nanosecond, that blur shattered the space between them like glass, reappearing an arm's length away. His katana was descending like a verdict.
The kind delivered by the gods.
All around them, the battlefield — once teeming with Khepri's summoned legion — had become a desolate graveyard. Seventy percent of his stone warriors and divine-forged weapons were obliterated. Not scattered by chaos. Not defeated by attrition but erased by a single motion.
