Chapter 50 : Trial by Glitch 3
Dirga twisted away — a hair’s breadth from being caved in.
This... this was part of Sasa’s test. A sense lesson, hidden inside a war.
Every flicker. Every shimmer of space. Every false strike. It was about reading intent, not just movement.
"You’re good, kid. What was your name again? Dirga, right?" Eidomos asked, his tone casual — as if they weren’t trying to kill each other.
Dirga didn’t reply.
Instead, he transformed the Crimson Core again.
Ten blades.
Two in his hands. Eight floating around him — suspended in a tight orbit, pulsing like orbiting moons.
He launched them all — the floating blades slashing in unpredictable patterns while he closed the distance with his own pair.
Eidomos danced between them — glitching, vanishing, appearing — as if reality itself couldn’t agree on where he was.
Dirga noted it: