"Eat this."
The beam erupted.
Faster than lightning, faster than thought, it tore through space toward Draco.
Even the surroundings fractured—tiny splits forming in the very fabric of space itself, something nearly impossible to achieve in the void realm of space.
Such power…
The attack struck—
But what they witnessed next made every single one of them question not only their strength—but their very cultivation.
As the attack closed in on Draco, he didn't flinch—not even the slightest twitch of his eyelids. Stretching his hand forward, all who watched were struck with horror and awe—the devastating beam compressed under the force of Draco's hand alone.
The spectators, both friend and foe, felt icy dread crawl down their spines.
Draco's strength had grown—strange, terrifying, and utterly reality-defying.
For Caleb, hope had vanished completely. Watching his master's final attacks get reduced so casually, he knew—he and his mentor might not leave this battle alive.
