The voice chuckled, rich with amusement, echoing across the fractured heavens.
"Astonishing… truly astonishing! I love how you fused every element into your Swords of Light and Darkness and forced them into a single strike. I didn't think you were capable of something like that."
Asher and Veyra instinctively stepped back, tension coiling through their bodies. The Author's weapon had just been shattered—reduced to nothing—yet instead of anger or panic, he sounded entertained.
That alone was enough to raise alarms.
"Careful, Asher!" Veyra warned. "He's stalling. I don't trust this bastard for a second."
The Author laughed again, louder this time, almost delighted.
"Stalling? It seems there's been a misunderstanding. Destroying my pen doesn't suddenly give you a chance. I have a thousand more where that came from—"
