The moment reality cracked, the entire battlefield seemed to lose meaning.
A deafening sound echoed throughout the collapsing sanctuary—not the sound of stone breaking or mana colliding, but something far stranger. It felt as though the world itself had fractured beneath an invisible pressure, like glass developing countless cracks across its surface.
Every person present felt it.
Not with their ears.
With their souls.
The abyss below froze.
The corruption halted.
Even the ancient claw rising from the darkness stopped moving entirely.
For the first time since its awakening—
Everything had been forced into stillness.
The silver-haired figure remained standing near the fractured tear in reality, one hand still raised toward the abyss while countless hairline cracks spread through the air around them.
Luca stared.
Everyone stared.
Because the sight before them defied reason.
The cracks spreading through reality did not destroy anything.
Instead—
