Aiden's sword clashed against the First Lord's open palm, sending tremors through the very foundation of this universe. The impact didn't just shake the world—it shook the concept of stability itself.
The First Lord's eyes gleamed, their form shifting through endless possibilities. One moment, they were a child holding the sun in their hands. The next, they were an eldritch titan, their many arms weaving the fabric of space around Aiden like a spider spinning its web.
"Show me."
Aiden smirked.
"Fine."
—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!
His Unwritten Blade howled, its golden-abyssal glow rejecting the very laws these Lords had built. He pushed forward, his body blurring through every plane of existence at once, his strike no longer bound by simple motion.
This was not a simple attack.
This was a complete rejection of reality.
And yet—
The First Lord did not block.
They did not evade.
They simply watched.
—𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏—!
Aiden's blade passed through them.
No impact. No resistance.
