Chapter 112: Final Clash (9)
Alex’s form coalesced from the storm in a heartbeat. Before Khepri or the last colossus could react, Alex’s blade flared with living lightning.
He struck with explosive precision—feet planted, body coiled, katana drawn in one seamless arc. A thunder-infused slash cut through the giant like a scythe through grain: a brilliant gold semicircle that severed the colossus at its center. In the fraction of a breath, the two halves teetered, then collapsed in a cascade of dust and sparks, tumbling into the abyss below.
Alex barely hesitated. He pivoted on razor-sharp reflexes, eyes calm and electric, and fixed his gaze on Khepri, who stood atop the greatsword giant.
From that lofty perch, Khepri witnessed the impossible: one moment Alex stood opposite him, the next he’d appeared at the giant’s flank so swiftly the world seemed to stutter. A chill dread seeped through him—this boy moved with the speed of thunder itself, a blur beyond tracking.
Their eyes locked across the ruin-strewn field, every second pregnant with the promise of their final clash.
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Khepri’s chest heaved as the shattered cores of his fallen titans drifted back toward him. His gift of life meant every core law returned to his command—but even that boon felt feeble now. As he knew that even if he used his present mana to bring them back, they wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
He studied Alex, gold lightning dancing across the boy’s frame, and knew he lacked the time—and perhaps the power—to capture or subdue him.
Instinctively, he looked down at his last remaining giant. If he could fuse it anew, perhaps it would stand against Alex’s onslaught. In less time than a heartbeat, he wove his Law of Life, drawing the four dormant Core Laws from the ruined giants and pouring them into the fragile heart of the greatsword behemoth. Brownish mana spiraled at its feet, crackling as stone buckled and reformed in uneven waves.