Chapter 253 Battle of Threads
The air around them cracked like thin glass beginning to shatter under the pressure of colliding dimensions.
Thaer'Zhulith stood atop the knots of reality that he himself had sewn. His threads continued to move, not merely strings—they were veins of time, nerves of possibility, and arteries of choices made and yet to be made.
"Do you think your will is strong enough, Voidbearer?"
"There is no will that cannot be re-sewn."
Fitran stood.
The Voidwright circle at his feet spun—a black spiral with golden tips forming the Nullum Script, a symbol of his existence that could not be redefined.
With graceful hand movements, Fitran began to gather energy from his surroundings. Bright blue light flowed from the palms of his hands, forming a shimmering sphere of energy. As he inhaled, his face reflected determination and resilience, his eyes shining with resolve.
"When this light reaches you, you will feel the weight of every choice you have made," he declared, his voice filled with confidence.
The energy sphere shot towards Thaer'Zhulith, leaving a trail of dark blue light in the air. Swiftly, Thaer'Zhulith raised his right hand, and from between his fingers, a beam of black light surged forth, slicing through Fitran's energy sphere with precision. "You are overconfident, Voidbearer! This moment will be the end of your ambitions!"
A loud bang resonated as the two energies collided, creating a shockwave that shook the ground. Fitran stumbled momentarily, taken aback by the force of the attack, while Thaer'Zhulith grinned maliciously at his opponent's reaction. "Your pain only strengthens my resolve."
After a brief pause to regain his stance, Fitran began to gather energy again, this time with more intricate hand movements. He cast a protective spell, forming a bright green energy barrier that pulsed as if it had a life of its own. "Try once more, and witness how powerless your silent attack truly is!"