Unknown World - Crystalline Shore - Subjective Time: Unknown
CLANG-CLANG-CLANG.
Han's blade met the crystalline being's weapon-limb three times in rapid succession. Each impact sent visible shockwaves through the air—whoomph-whoomph-whoomph—concentric rings of compressed atmosphere expanding outward like ripples in a pond.
The sand beneath her feet exploded upward with each strike. Psh-psh-psh. Red granules hung suspended for microseconds before gravity reasserted itself, creating a crimson rain around the combatants.
Yoo watched from fifteen meters away, mind racing without Akasha Archive's full optimization. It felt strange—like trying to run after your legs had fallen asleep. Thoughts came slower but deeper, with emotional texture that pure calculation had stripped away.
She's losing.
