The power gap between me and the Bishop wasn't just vast—it was insurmountable. Despite the injuries Carrie inflicted upon him, the massive gap stil existed.
And I knew that.
But knowing didn't change anything. The cold reality settled in my stomach like lead, yet my grip on my sword remained steady, unwavering despite the tremors threatening to overtake my limbs.
I just had to hold on.
Because that was all it took to make the impossible possible. One moment. One chance. That's all I needed.
The air around us twisted, reality bending under the weight of something far greater than just mana. Colors inverted, then dulled to monochrome before bleeding back into existence, distorted and wrong. The very fabric of space seemed to fold in on itself, creating pockets of nothingness that swallowed sound.
