The reality itself warped as Alex swung. The arc of his blade didn't just cut forward—it split the air and existed in two separate points of time simultaneously.
The first strike rushed at Alyssa, but the second vanished, reappearing in a delayed echo somewhere else in the timeline.
Alyssa's pupils contracted. 'That damned sword art again… how could something so broken even exist… and of all people, it had to be him who learned it.'
Her instincts screamed danger. She raised her hand and whispered, "World Sanctuary."
The world bent violently around them. In the blink of an eye, Alex found himself standing in a different space altogether. A wide grassland stretched endlessly, mountains looming far in the distance. The entire environment carried an oppressive weight—Alyssa's personal dimension.
The first strike tore across the field, but Alyssa flicked her fingers. Ten perfect clones burst out of the air, intercepting the slash.
