The chamber shook violently as explosions ripped through the ranks.
But the Core was learning.
A massive pulse erupted from the orb. Time fractured across the battlefield.
Suddenly, I was fighting a version of myself from minutes ago — wounded, slower, making the mistakes I had already corrected. Lydia faced a reflection of herself begging me to abandon her. Vale fought a version of herself still fully enslaved, mocking her for thinking she could ever be free.
The psychological pressure was suffocating.
Lydia screamed as her reflection stabbed her in the side, reopening her wound. Vale's eyes flashed with genuine rage as her enslaved self wrapped chains around her throat.
I felt something inside me snap.
"No more," I growled.
My Hades' Eyes evolved in that moment of fury.
