Chapter 173: Shadows Over the Middle Empire
The projectiles hunted him with mechanical, relentless obstinacy.
The howling of sonic bombs tore through the atmosphere, each whistling piercing the air like a vibratory blade slicing through the heavens’ entrails. Three warheads with obsidian hulls, engraved with technomagical glyphs that pulsed with malevolent light, converged toward him in a perfectly orchestrated choreography of death.
Mordred sensed the approach of the first, before even seeing it. His mana reacted through pure instinct, surging from his depths like an ancestral survival reflex.
[Active Skill: Intangibility]
A silent wave passed through him, transforming every fiber of his being. His flesh dissolved into ether. His bones became smoke. His very essence slipped between reality’s meshes.
The explosion ravaged the world around him.
A cataclysmic inferno engulfed the space, twisting the landscape into a sculpture of destruction. Trees disintegrated in a ballet of incandescent debris, the earth hollowed into gaping craters, the air itself seemed to consume. But at the heart of this hell, Mordred remained – a ghost suspended between existence and nothingness, intangible witness to the apocalypse surrounding him.
He continued his flight, crossing through flames like a dream crosses the mind.
Two more salvos approached, their trajectories carved in the superheated air.
Second detonation. Intangibility. Hell’s breath passed through him with no more resistance than through void. Below, human silhouettes were thrown like wisps of straw, their cries lost in the tumult while he, spectral equilibrist between two dimensions, maintained his trajectory with supernatural grace.
Third explosion. Intangibility.
His heart raced, but his mana reserves, now colossal, inspired no concern. He had become the eye of the cyclone, stillness at the center of chaos.