Suko stood within the void created by Fyora and the Seven Deadly Sins. The surroundings had collapsed into a chaotic rupture where stars shattered, galaxies fractured, and time itself seemed scorched into instability. No physical law remained consistent; space and time bent and stretched relative to Suko's presence, constantly reshaped by Fyora and the Seven Deadly Sins' relentless assaults.
Fyora made the first move.
By rupturing the continuity of time and space, she formed a massive vortex of energy around Suko. In 0.000000000000001 Tempk seconds, Suko deflected every incoming force, restructuring the void and absorbing each detonation through the weight of his own existence.
But he felt it.
A slight resistance.
His power was not limitless—yet.
Each attack placed strain upon him, slowly wearing down his endurance.
"You're nothing but a shadow," Fyora said with a smile.
Suko could feel the boundaries of his own strength, but he did not retreat. Every loss was energy for the next exchange, every impact a resource for growth.
He had not yet surpassed the limits of Prime Reality.
By absorbing the surrounding waves of energy, he began to reinforce his aura. Particles of drifting void-energy, fragments of shattered stars, and remnants of broken galaxies were drawn toward his form. Each collision fed into him—not strengthening his body directly, but expanding his internal capacity, forcing his limits into visibility.
Fyora and the Seven Deadly Sins continued to anticipate his every movement, launching successive attacks. As Suko deflected each impact, he converted their destructive force into extensions of his aura, accumulating what was necessary to ascend beyond the upper strata of Prime Reality.
Even beyond time and space, his power still stood second.
He remained the second strongest entity within his own universe.
As the battle continued, his thoughts sharpened. Every strike, every forced reaction, pushed both his physical and spiritual thresholds toward collapse. Fyora attempted to interfere with the flow of his aura through layered streams of consciousness, her assaults designed to reduce his growing reserves.
But Suko did not withdraw.
Every moment of erosion became an opportunity to expand his capacity.
"This is only the beginning," he murmured to himself with a faint smile.
The void began to glow with the pressure of his aura. He had yet to reach the boundaries of Prime Reality, but each exchange carried him further. This phase of the battle was not survival—it was preparation.
The Seven Deadly Sins continued their assault, testing his limits as Fyora grew increasingly aggressive. Each attack exposed another fracture in his endurance, another step toward the threshold he sought to surpass.
The energies echoing through the void—stellar fragments and ruptured consciousness—continued to sustain the slow expansion of his aura.
Suko understood that this battle was never about survival alone.
It was the first stage of preparation required to reach—and surpass—the upper limits of Prime Reality.
Within the silence of the void, he continued to test himself against his own boundaries, gathering strength after every impact, advancing toward the journey that would one day allow him to transcend Prime Reality itself.