"First Art - Ethereal Rend... Collapse."
The words hung in the impossible space like a death sentence delivered with divine authority. Before Fenix could process their meaning, before his enhanced senses could even begin cataloging the threat, the world around him exploded into chaos that transcended normal understanding of destructive force.
Mana pressure crashed over him like a tsunami of raw power, pressing against his consciousness with weight that made breathing feel like lifting mountains. The very air became thick as molasses while reality itself seemed to buckle under forces that belonged in cosmic events rather than individual techniques. His knees buckled as pressure that dwarfed anything he had ever encountered threatened to crush him into the black water that served as this realm's foundation.
Then came the draw.
