"A spatial quake!"
Whenever the Primordial Spirit Elysia Prime created her eleven spirits and sent them to Earth, their arrival tore space apart.
Humanity called this phenomenon a spatial quake.
Its destructive force was the natural enemy of anything lacking spatial resistance. Unless one's body was strong enough to ignore spatial turbulence entirely, evasion was the only sensible option.
Even a fully restored Thor Odinson, if struck head-on by a spatial rupture, would suffer severe injury—or die outright.
"…What a nuisance."
Aiden Cross shook his head slightly as terrifying psychic power surged outward.
He didn't know whether psychic force could directly negate spatial collapse—but he could remove the town from its range.
Boom—!
The ground ten meters beneath the western town was crushed instantly.
Under precise psychic control, the entire settlement sank smoothly downward, dropping just enough to escape the epicenter of the quake.
The next instant, the spatial quake erased the surface like an invisible eraser, grinding everything flat.
The phenomenon vanished as abruptly as it had appeared.
When vision returned, the world had changed completely.
A massive crater—seven meters deep—scarred the land.
Had Aiden not forced the town underground in time, not a single civilian would have survived.
"…That power really ignores reason," Aiden muttered.
If time had allowed, he would have tested whether his psychic force could cancel a spatial quake directly.
Even failure wouldn't have endangered him—only everyone else.
Tony Stark swallowed, his heart still racing.
After witnessing that annihilating spatial collapse, he had no illusions that his armor could withstand it.
Where a spatial quake struck, everything was erased—an indiscriminate calamity.
A soft sigh echoed.
Purple hair flowed to knee length. Crystal-like eyes shimmered with impossible colors. The young woman wore violet armor shaped like royal regalia, its seams and skirts formed of luminous, non-material light membranes. A matching crystal circlet crowned her head.
She stood beside a throne like a sovereign, one foot resting casually on its armrest.
Violet spirit energy coiled around her like a crown of authority.
There was no doubt—
She was one of the beings created by Elysia Prime.
Designated by the United Nations as Codename "Princess."
Threat Level: Dragon (A).
"I am the spirit who governs the Kabbalistic point of Kingdom," she declared coldly.
"If you wish to attack, then come—humans!"
She drew her weapon from the throne—
The Angelic Greatsword: Sandalphon.
A single casual swing unleashed a blade of energy that split the earth and cleaved the horizon.
This was far from her first encounter with human hostility.
Every time she appeared, the world responded with overwhelming military force, attempting to erase her existence.
Not because she sought destruction—but because no nation could tolerate spatial quakes appearing above their heads.
Over a month of constant assault had worn her patience thin.
If ants insisted on harassing her endlessly, perhaps it was time to crush them.
With a light swing of Sandalphon, she could cleave an entire city in half.
The Primordial Spirit Elysia Prime, born from the world's magic itself, was far stronger here than in any original timeline.
And the power condensed within a Spirit Core was beyond mortal imagination.
"…That's a spirit?" Tony Stark exclaimed.
It was his first time seeing one up close.
The faint hostility and razor-sharp spiritual pressure crawling across his skin sent chills through his spine.
"I propose a tactical retreat," Child Emperor said calmly.
"I don't believe my equipment can handle that."
Only the Chairman—or Tornado of Terror—could confront such a presence.
"What kind of monster creates something like this?!" Thor Odinson roared.
"That energy output surpasses me with my hammer! Who did this?!"
"…."
Aiden's mouth twitched.
He silently added 'insulted the Chairman' to Thor's mental debt ledger.
"Impossible to win," Jane Foster said pale-faced, clutching Thor's arm.
"This is beyond anything humans can face!"
"Relax," Aiden replied. "Princess can communicate. We might recruit her—"
"Finally! A worthy opponent!"
Tornado of Terror had already floated into the sky.
She had no interest in negotiation.
A sealed Thor was boring.
But this spirit?
A perfect target.
"Fall—Meteor!"
Her small hand lifted.
Far beyond the atmosphere, a massive meteor was seized and violently dragged downward.
Friction ignited it into a blazing inferno as it plunged toward the battlefield.
"…?"
"…?"
"…?"
Child Emperor, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson froze.
Starting with an ultimate move—
There was no surviving that.
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