But it was already too late.Because I was done playing fair.A single breath. That was all it took.
Power pulsed through me, ancient and boundless, a current of raw existence that rebelled against reality itself. It crackled beneath my skin, not an external force like elemental magic, but something deeper a rewriting of the world, not through destruction or creation, but through sheer defiance of what was supposed to be.
The air shifted. The basilisk felt it instantly. Its amber eyes, filled with cold reptilian calculation, flickered with something rare. Hesitation.
I didn't give it time to process , a single step forwardand the ground obeyed.
Beneath my boots, the arena floor rippled like water, a distortion of matter responding to my will. The very concept of "solid ground" bent as I launched forward, blurring through space faster than my own body should have been able to move.
The basilisk reacted but not fast enough.
