When Ash first arrived, Erosence and Contradiction weren't the only trans-concepts he unleashed.
He had also called upon Finality and Wantlessness, simply waiting for the perfect moment to use them.
HUUMMMMM!!!!!
In that instant, a pitch-black essence coiled around the white chain. From his shoulder, Creara's black and golden eyes gleamed as she prepared to do what she did best—manifest her master's desires.
Ash moved, and the chain erupted into a white storm of death.
WHIP-CRACK!
WHIP-CRACK!
WHIP-CRACK!
He moved like a blur through the living fortress.
Wherever his chain hit, Finality erased things for good—no rebirth, no Strata fix, no conceptual return. Sables just stopped existing, and now... Ash was in the same Layers as them if not higher.
Which meant every attack landed true...
A pack of Early Hyperversals burst from the dome wall, chests splitting open with Cruciblance lances.
Ash didn't even flinch.
He walked right through them.
