BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA
Their mouth moves, but the words come seconds late, stretched thin by the temporal eddies whipping around us.
"—hold on—"
Too late.
The surge hits me like a lightning strike to the spine. My null-energy detonates , uncontrolled, a shockwave of negation ripping outward in a perfect sphere. The ground beneath us unmakes —not crumbling, not burning, just ceasing in a silent, impossible blink.
For one heart-stopping second, we hang suspended over absolute void.
Then reality snaps back with a sound like a gunshot, new ground forming beneath our feet—different ground, wrong ground, grass that glows faintly blue and whispers in a language I almost recognize.
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