The realization spread through the fighters.
This was no ordinary power.
It wasn't raw strength.
It wasn't speed.
It wasn't even energy manipulation.
Echo had done something else entirely.
The warriors who had been ready to fight suddenly felt their hands shake.
Even the most battle-hardened among them had never seen something like this.
The Mighty Ones beings who had ruled this battlefield for decades were staring at Echo with a mixture of caution and dread.
For the first time in their reign
They weren't sure they could win.
The Inevitable Battle
The silver-haired warrior took a step back, gripping his hand where the spear had once been. His expression was calm, but his body was tense.
"So… this is the power that broke the Third World."
Echo finally spoke.
His voice was quiet. Unshaken.
"No."
The warriors stiffened.
Echo's next words sent a chill through them all.
"This isn't power."
He lifted his hand slightly.
And in that moment
The sky split open.
