Reality itself shivered. The world bent and twisted as the seven incarnations of the Abyssal Sovereigns stepped forth from the darkness, their presence distorting existence like ripples through fragile glass.
Every breath Alex took felt heavy—like inhaling through liquid obsidian. Even the air itself resisted motion within their presence. His system instantly blared warnings.
[ Host, do not attack recklessly. Their combined energy signatures surpass all recorded limits. ]
Alex didn't listen. The black aura around him pulsed violently as he blitzed toward the nearest figure—a tall green-haired man radiating unshakable dominance. His death-forged blade slashed horizontally toward the man's neck—yet before it could connect, Alex's world suddenly tilted.
It was as though gravity, momentum, and balance ceased obeying him. His body locked in place.
Then—
Thud!
